I just got home from a weekend in Dallas. Sadly, the Diva and Daisy are on their fabulous global adventures. However, I got to spend two days with my darling friend K. The days? Jam packed with fun. And food.
I’m sure many of you think, “Wow, Cha Cha! Did you go to the grassy knoll? What about the museums? Dallas has so much to offer. What did you do?”
And I will tell you. We went to IKEA. And Marshall’s. And Sonic. And Chuy’s.
It was fantastic.
K. and I haven’t seen each other in three years, but no matter – we picked up right where we left off. She cracks my shit up. Also? She introduced me to the most amazing tool ever in the history of mankind.
You see, K. has two golden retrievers. One of them, who has a lovely red face that is now mixed with grey, has cheeks the color of graham crackers. Both of these dogs are a bit furtastic and are suffering in the heat.
So, I helped K. brush them outside. She let me use The Furminator.
The Furminator is that brush that promises to pull all sorts of hair off your dog so you can pitch it instead of find it, say, shed all over your carpet. And I am here to tell you: The Furminator works. And, most importantly, is highly satisfying.
Now, I’m the woman who loves to paint simply because I like tasks with tangible results. The Furminator is like that. By the time we were done, we had enough hair to make, like, three puppies. And the dogs loved it.
At one point, I turned to K. and said, “This is the most fulfilling part of this trip. This is my favorite part.”
Because we are friends, K. didn’t miss a beat. “You are one weird lady.”