This morning I woke up very groggy and thought, very briefly, that my toes were extra hairy as of late and perhaps I should do something to change that. And then, as I was dismissing the idea of doing anything about it today, as i would clearly be too busy doing nothing, I realized it was my dog inching his way slowly out from under the blankets, probably to go in search of his best friend and probable girlfriend Seeley. Or food. Or Seeley and food.
I say probable because at 5 months Mondo is too young to have a girlfriend. They are at that stage in life where they can say they are girlfriend and boyfriend but that just means they sit next to each other at lunch. Which reminds me that I keep meaning to tell Seeley to stop sticking her tongue in Mondo's mouth.
Seeley is a dog, too. Thank god. I don't want Mondo kissing humans. That's gross.
I'd like to tell you a lot of really cool things have happened as of late, but I'm sort of just treading water. My life is really just moments of reading and coffee interspersed with sleep and seeing friends. I've sort of retired from life at the moment. I don't mean that in a turn-your-head-to-the-side-look-concerned-and-say-are-you-okay sort of way. It's not a sad thing. I'm having fun. I'm a lady that lunches. A lady that happy hours. A lady that bowls on Friday nights. A lady that goes to trivia in pubs.
It's just that I've put all the messy parts of life in a big pot and boiled it down to a reduced gravy that I'm currently marinating in. It's quite tasty, but not substantial.
For example, I now have a lot of extra time on my hands that I can dedicate to the following useless endeavors:
1. parsing online scrabble words for tone and hidden meaning.
2. organizing dog toys by size.
3. reading Fox News articles so that I have a reason to be outraged about something.
4. drawing pictures of baby chickens as celebrities.
5. writing love letters to trees.
See. I told you I was having fun.
And now, if you will excuse me, I need to go to the post office to apologize for my dog being an a-hole. More on that another time.
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