Thursday, May 7, 2009

doggies, doggies, doggies.

because i am sleepy and cranky, i'll make this short and brief. i pwomise you, my interwebber fwiends, i'll include the entire story as it is embedded in my memory. (can't promise its the truth, but its what my senility allows me to recall.) our youngest son, jackson, is OBSESSED with being in the bathroom with us. we can be cave diving for boogies or... taking a bath,...he'll be there. today as mah wifey was preparing for work, i was in there talking to her and upon looking at mah feet, i noticed a spotted weiner dog with big ears and stinky breath gazing up at me. then, in the picture that you see on the two dogs in a crate- well that DELIGHTFUL story is just too... wonderful to endulge you with tonight. i'll share that sordid tale of enchantment gone awry with you tomorrow perhaps. i will, however, leave you with THIS link that will give you a clue about the twisted tale that occurred with our abode. (make sure that you scroll all the way up to the top of the page so you can see the brilliant text that i submitted, along with the comments from other onlookers.) goodnight, my fellow stalkers. goodnight.