My Facebook status updates read like a conversation in a hurricane, with lots of expletives but lack of clarity. This blogging format, on the other hand, requires me to string several sentences together at once, connecting the dots. This has never been my strong suit, but the practice might not be a bad idea; I have started to think in side-splitting one-liners or open-ended questions.
Oscar, of headline fame here, is our dog. I will NOT gag you with another blog about the family pet. This blog is more about the dog's point of view. I am totally sure that Oscar would rebel if it wouldn't mean being cut off from the shitloads of table scraps that he gets every day.
Today began with a rousing game of Shell Peanuts All Over the Floor. Jack and Joey (5 and 1, respectively) quickly lost interest in this game, though, and moved on to Stick Penis Creepily out of Pointless Hole in Underwear and Suck on Legos, respectively. By 7 AM, my husband, ready to blow his top, was out the door for his and Oscar's first walk of the day. Ordinarily, though, Oscar is not the winner of any of these "games" the way he was today.
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