Till free Tempurpedic! Go Sox!!
Funny S story about his bulk condom purchase coming soon.
Friday, October 26, 2007
Thursday, October 25, 2007
By popular demand ...
and by popular demand, I mean that one person asked, here are the dogs in their Chippenpups costumes.
Don't they look happy?
Don't they look happy?
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Sick. So not fun
I've been sick since Friday. Life is not fun right now. I think I may drill a hole in my head to relieve some of the pressure. So not fun.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Al Gore's internet is amazing ...
I'm shocked at how smart the internet is. Maybe it's just Google. I thought it would be funny to put google adsense on this blog, to see what it matched me up with. Hey, maybe in 6 years I'll even get a check for a penny.
So every time I visit this page I laugh at the different "odor neutralizing" products that appear in that little box. Today it was Orange Magic or something like that. The internet clearly knows what I need. Megan has started lighting a candle in the kitchen every time we go over there, to try to combat the odor. I'll have to have her start shopping here. Like cashback almost.
So every time I visit this page I laugh at the different "odor neutralizing" products that appear in that little box. Today it was Orange Magic or something like that. The internet clearly knows what I need. Megan has started lighting a candle in the kitchen every time we go over there, to try to combat the odor. I'll have to have her start shopping here. Like cashback almost.
Monday, October 15, 2007
A dog has more hygiene sense than S ...
My dad came over yesterday to witness the annual cluster that is the Boo-tiful Pets Halloween Costume Contest. Because we are either gluttons for punishment, or learning deficient, not sure which, we entered Wally and Gus for the second consecutive year. After not winning a prize last year with their fantastic and funny Blues Brothers costumes, Megan decided that clearly sex sells. After that, she vowed that we'd never have to enter again. (Let's just say that the contest is horribly run and extremely inefficient. Golden retrievers don't like wearing clothing, so putting them into outfits, and then making them sit in them for hours, while you try to figure out how to parade 60 dogs around in costumes is torture for us and them. The thirty minute wait for them to calculate results after also wasn't fun.)
Probably two weeks after last year's contest she announced, above my protestations, that she had come up with the perfect costume idea for "next year." When reminded of her earlier vow, she decided that this costume was too good to pass up. So this year they entered as the "Chippenpups" complete with Right Said Fred's I'm Too Sexy as their musical accompaniment. Sex does sell, and the boys came home with a third place prize and a legion of new fans. Unfortunately, there was no cash to contribute to their future puppy therapy needs as a result of the contest. Also unfortunately, this taste of satisfactory judging results may mean that we have to go through it all again next year. The dogs and I are so oppressed.
That's all really beside the point. So, my dad came to witness this, and follow that with a little Patriots destruction of the Cowboys action. Maxwell, his min pin with an attitude, came with to see all of the fun, and possibly sport his lobster costume. While Maxwell has poor fashion sense (you really should see the necklace that he wears in addition to his collar. Let's just say that it wouldn't be out of place on one of Tony Soprano's muscle men.), his sense of smell is clearly intact. Every time S opened his door and came out of his room Maxwell stood up, and barked fiercely at S until he went back into his room. At one point after he returned to his chamber my dad turned and said, "Well Maxwell's sense of smell works perfectly." Well said.
Probably two weeks after last year's contest she announced, above my protestations, that she had come up with the perfect costume idea for "next year." When reminded of her earlier vow, she decided that this costume was too good to pass up. So this year they entered as the "Chippenpups" complete with Right Said Fred's I'm Too Sexy as their musical accompaniment. Sex does sell, and the boys came home with a third place prize and a legion of new fans. Unfortunately, there was no cash to contribute to their future puppy therapy needs as a result of the contest. Also unfortunately, this taste of satisfactory judging results may mean that we have to go through it all again next year. The dogs and I are so oppressed.
That's all really beside the point. So, my dad came to witness this, and follow that with a little Patriots destruction of the Cowboys action. Maxwell, his min pin with an attitude, came with to see all of the fun, and possibly sport his lobster costume. While Maxwell has poor fashion sense (you really should see the necklace that he wears in addition to his collar. Let's just say that it wouldn't be out of place on one of Tony Soprano's muscle men.), his sense of smell is clearly intact. Every time S opened his door and came out of his room Maxwell stood up, and barked fiercely at S until he went back into his room. At one point after he returned to his chamber my dad turned and said, "Well Maxwell's sense of smell works perfectly." Well said.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
OK, I know, I'm a slacker
It's been a while since I posted. Bad me. So what's new in the world of S? Well, he dropped a class because the professor was a little too "gung ho" and assigned them 90 pages of reading in one week. Wow... 90 whole pages. No wonder he had to drop.
The other day S made chicken. By made chicken, I mean that he turned the toaster oven on, put some boneless, skinless chicken strips in there, and cooked them for 10 minutes. He then proceeded to leave them there, at best half cooked, for a minimum of 4 hours. Yummy salmonella.
I think he literally hides from us every time we come into the house. I may have said that before.
The house smells worse every time I go there. He's icky.
The other day S made chicken. By made chicken, I mean that he turned the toaster oven on, put some boneless, skinless chicken strips in there, and cooked them for 10 minutes. He then proceeded to leave them there, at best half cooked, for a minimum of 4 hours. Yummy salmonella.
I think he literally hides from us every time we come into the house. I may have said that before.
The house smells worse every time I go there. He's icky.
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