Tales of Wit and Charm…

i need to let daisy see herself in the mirror–she must be under the illusion she’s a much bigger dog than she really is, because she got into a fight with a dog three times her size last night. she was lucky to only walk, err, limp away with three bites and a hurt leg.

when i took her to the very handsome vet today, i had him run some test on her as well because she..well stinks. she’s lost four pounds in the last couple of months—that’s a fourth of her body weight, so a significant amount. turns out she has a bacterial infection that’s making her not only lose weight, but fart uncontrollably. when i asked what caused the infection i was told it can be caused by emotional stress. that’s right, my dog is stressed out! not only is she a brawler, she’s a nut case. go figure.

i think it’s possible both daisy and i need a high dosage of prozac.

read here for my tribute to the game today! sadly, i wasn’t able to score a ticket this year, but i’ll be wearing my pink utah shirt and watching the game from home.

i was at the jazz/laker game tonight, but i found it hard to concentrate on the game once i realized teen wolf and the jazz bear are indeed the same person, or at least hairy relatives both in need of major electrolysis.

to read my adventures of thinking like a man go here!

i’m thankful these two numbers are on my parent’s caller id and not mine!

please excuse my grubby fingerprints; it’s the country, things are supposed to be dirty. oh, and happy thanksgiving y’all!

while scavenging through my mom’s kitchen for something to eat this afternoon, i found 17 boxes of cold cereal! my mother, who no longer has any children living in her home, has 17 opened boxes of cereal. what the hell? i cannot wait for her to get home from work so i can tease her.

and to think, i was worried that i wouldn’t find anything to eat.