My sweet friends, I cannot begin to tell you how much your kind words have impacted me and made my week. Thank you. Truly.
The dispatch from Cha Cha World Headquarters? Well, my heart is tender, but knowing that I need to focus on me. And while I’m harboring some fantasies about a certain, unnamed person getting his shit together and becoming the man that he can be? Well, I’m also realizing that any sort of development in that department is completely out of my control.
Besides, I have other things to worry about.
Last night, while I was getting ready for bed, Lil’ Frankfurter pillaged the trashcan. The problem with having a seven-pound dog is that he is fast and he is difficult to catch. Therefore, I saw him steal the dental floss. I saw him begin to suck it down, like the spaghetti scene in Lady and the Tramp. I saw all of this … and yet I was unable to corner him and fish the floss out of his tiny mouth before he ingested it.
You know what this means. Poop Watch 2009 has commenced.
Nothing will make you feel more alive and in the moment than the prospect of having to pull dental floss out of your dachshund’s ass.
Am I right?