Apparently. Obviously. In a huge way. I need to find a happy medium between minor and major suckage.
Ye gods, I’m channeling Scarlett O’Hara again.
Yes, I over-reacted. I’ve been prickly since the 26th, when I went loco and threw the tree out. BUT I do actually suck sometimes, like this afternoon when I took Breagha for a walk. Halfway there and back a big black dog charges us out of nowhere… and while I was putting Bree behind me, waiting for the inevitable dog bite/fight, it belatedly occurred that I’d left my cell at home. Putz. What would I do if 5 seconds later I was bleeding profusely? Luckily the owner appeared and called the dog back. She yelled ’sorry!’ and I replied ‘it’s alright!’ but what I really wanted to say was ‘can I sit down for a sec cuz my knees are shaking’.
Kids and dogs just go together, don’t they? Then why don’t their parental units teach them canine etiquette? The sidewalks were alive with urchins just sweating to pet what one tyke referred to as “the pit bull” [!!] yet none were quite sure whether or not said petting included a closed fist or the front or rear of the dog.
Also present in abundance were obviously highly strung children, or maybe they’d just had too much candy for lunch. Bree doesn’t appreciate a nervously vibrating hand flying at her eyes. To her credit, she stood and sat still for each of them. I was impressed, and proud, until she turned and licked her ass, to the delighted squeals of the mostly miniature male populace. *sigh*
I spoke with Gwen earlier and she is thinking about blogging… the girl has some stories, lemme tell ya. I have led a sedate existence next to her, and I’d love to read her stuff. But she’s got some healing to do, and lots of therapy and will think on it another time. She very much appreciates the support, though, and can see why I adore blogging and think of you all as part of my extended family.
I’ve never met her hubby, but for some reason have always thought of him as a big, burly type ‘o guy, but when I heard him call her to the phone with a ‘honey?’ my heart melted for him.
In other news, Dogette blew TND up again, citing upgrades, freeware, web-compliance, espresso… hell, I dunno. It looks like the Dating Game over there right now, but wait 5 minutes…
AND Tammi is coming down with a cold/flu! Please go love on her and make it all better, k? 



You suck……not by ANY stretch of the imagination….. 


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“until she turned and licked her ass, to the delighted squeals of the mostly miniature male populace.”
It doesn’t just start early - bathroom humour is innate male nature. I don’t know why women can’t understand this.
It’s like asking why the sky is blue.
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