Sometimes I just wanna escape into a movie. A good movie like Contact. Not a sucky movie like that Horrible Bosses I just saw. I watched that mother-sucker through to the end. What’s with that? I guess I wanted to see how Jennifer Aniston would meet her demise. Her eyes looked so blue in that movie. She sexing it all up in there. That’s all I’m saying.
Sometimes the new dog, the one we’ve had for oh, a week now, feels like more than I want, even though she’s perfect for us in so many ways—gentle, loves the kids, low-shedding, small, affectionate… Still, this furry blond bombshell needs her poopy outside time. At six AM! She needs her chicken necks. I worry about money. Swamp Chicken says don’t worry. I try to listen to him. Sometimes it works. Then it stops working.
