Okay, I take it back (sort of)...

I got in trouble yesterday after my wife read my post. She thought I was taking out my frustrations out on her (okay, maybe just a little bit), and today I am much more centered. Perhaps it is because I got a really good night's sleep last night, or perhaps it is because I just had two warm chocolate chip cookies. Mmmmm, difficult to say!! At any rate, may the world know I love my wife more than the fat kid loves the cake (or more than I love chocolate chip cookies).

We have this wonderful dog named Milo, who I think is one of the smartest animals I've ever met. The thing I find strangely comforting about young Milo (who is snuggling next to me as I write these words) is that he has just a little bit of funk about him. I don't mean Rick James funk, I mean a little booty stink. Not like he's holding one in, more like he has a natural dog scent that is pure boy dog. It's not necessarily a good smell, but after spending the last two years with us it's comforting to know that Milo is right there, even if I'm not looking at him, because one good whiff and you know he's in the same room. Strange I know, but I never claimed to be normal.