Well tonight I made the mistake of throwing down an obscene amount of BBQ which resulted in a food coma. This simple act has now left me absolutely wired as I now find myself blogging at almost 3 am.
If it wasn't bad enough, my new pitbull I adopted, Dude (aka "The Dude"), is actively passed out on my bed and has spent much of the night mocking me with his snoring.
So far Dude is the best thing I can think of to call him. Ever realize how hard it can be to come up with a name? Sheesh. At times I think about calling him Ghandi, because if he knows I'm gonna have to take him outside yet he's not ready, he just lies down and goes limp with non-violent resistance.
Today was something new because after he went limp, he just flexed and stetched out as hard as he could. It was kinda funny beacause as I was carrying his stretched 40-50 lb body, it reminded me of a log... maybe I could call him Timber or Chipper.
Oh well...
Well folks. I'm done babbling for the night. I'll chat with ya later...
Flood the Earth
6 years ago
