That dreadful bug came back yesterday. It is occurring to me that maybe there is more than one. To which I say,
ACK!
like that Cathy in that funny funny comic strip.
I was perhaps emailing 75 times back and forth with a cute boy, and no it was NOT Dick Whitman. Girl, I am a dating FOOL lately. Anyway, the dogs started acting all twitterpated, and THERE IT WAS. The BUG. In all its disgusting glory.
But listen to THIS.
Tallulah started chawing on it! Chaw chaw chaw, said Talu. "GET IT, GIRL" I screeched, from behind the safety of the wall. She took that disgusting thing, which was half the size of her and her swoop, to her dog bed and would chew it and drop it, chew and drop. Stop drop and roll.
Finally it was dead enough that I vacuumed it, screeching on my insides.
Tallulah is my hero.
That is supposed to be Lu with a laurel wreath on her head. Instead it looks like she's wearing corn nuts.
I know you wish you were born with my natural artistic abilities.
But speaking of Dick Whitman, which I did 87 paragraphs ago, he is coming over for the first time tonight. I have known him a month and have decided he has gone to enough trouble to try to kill me and now he can have success.
We are going to a movie, and the movie is five minutes from my house, and I said oh for heaven's sake. Come get me at my house.
Dick Whitman is allergic to pet dander. I KNOW. So he won't be staying long. But because he hates himself he does want to meet my pets. I guess I have made them sound fascinating. We'll see whose team he's on.
Oh, and I won. More people were on Team June than anyone else! Yay me! Team Edsel was a close second, because you all enjoy you a goofy dog, and then the other three kept sort of tying for third place. The three of them say piss on all of you. Literally.
Anyway, I must go try to make myself and this house presentable. You always think your dwelling is fine until a new person is coming over. Then all of a sudden it looks like the house on Sanford & Son. Is that just me?
Comment of the week goes to both Hulk and Matze. It was boy week here at Bye Bye Pie.
Talk to you tomorrow, unless Dick Whitman is Ted Bundy or something! It's always funny till I end up in a field.
