Friday is my day off.
This is good.
The sun was shining.
This was good.
So I decided to take off for a bit.
I went to Gap Outlet.
That was good.
Jon decided to clean out the fridge.
That was good.
He put all the old food, complete with a gallon of sealed gumbo broth and parts, in the garbage.
That was good.
He decided to take the boys out for the afternoon so that when I got home I could take my much loved happy-nap.
That was real good. (Bruce Almighty style 'good')
He forgot to take out the garbage, which was now full from this morning's fridge clean-out.
That was bad.
I came home, excited about the prospet of an empty house.
Good. My life is good. (Nacho Libre style)
But wait, no dogs are greeting me at the door.
This is...bad...
A horrible smell greets me.
Bad, really bad.
The garbage, complete with every leftover from the holidays, a freaking gallon of gumbo crud, is covering the kitchen floor.
This is bad.
It's on the hardwood.
Good.
It's not on the carpet.
Even better.
Where are the dogs? I need to kill them. (I know which one started it too...)
This could be good...
Woops, I've now slipped and fallen on the pile of gumbo crud.
This is bad.
If only I had something soft on which to catch my fall.
Oh, wait.
Here, I've landed in something quite soft.
This must be good.
A nice, big pile of dog crap.
Yes, yes, this is bad.
Friday, January 9, 2009
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
12 comments:
When I first started reading I thought to myself "I want a day off!" Now, not so much. But at least your new photo is quite apropos!
Sorry, I deleted the first comment because of a misspelling...and it wasn't "apropos." It was "reading."
Oh holy crap...
That's not good.
But next time you go to the Gap Outlet you must call me, because I work 5 minutes from there.
Moral of the story: Naps are good. Dogs are bad.
Oh no! That is so gross. I hop eyou got to get a nice quiet shower, or bath, before the guys got home at least.
You need to finish the story!!! What did you do to the dogs (or dog)? I want to write like you when I grow up:)
grrrrr. Do they make straight jackets for dogs? Say. . .Beagle size? grrrr.
Why can't she just realize how good she has it and stop being dumb?
Wow...That was BAD...
when i told david this story he kinda laughed. ummm...kinda hard. so,so sorry.
i even entertained ideas of taking the pooping dog. ME! i was just thinking that she could live outside. i mean, we have a fenced yard and all. would she eat my deck?
Seriously, Melanie, you could publish this in a magazine or something. It's hilarious and very well written.
Well at least it all ended well ha ha ha.
This blog is GOOD. It makes me laugh. :D
Post a Comment