[QUOTE=Savannah]
Nekkid hairy men! I perk up.
Being sick sucks. I thought, Oh, the next time I get sick, I’ll putter around the house, putting everything back in its proper place, and so by doing, find the flashlight I lost and those earrings, and… I’ll surf the web and go back and look at everything I bookmarked but didn’t have a chance to properly linger over. And best of all, I’ll lose 10 pounds!
Nooooooooo…
Nobody told the puppy I was sick. The puppy wanted to go for a walk at 6:10 this morning. (Okay, the puppy didn’t want to go for a walk. The puppy wanted to romp on the bed with us. But I took the puppy for a walk, anyway.)
You’d think at 6:10 in the morning you’d be safe to blearily, sickily, coughingly stumble out of the house with last-night’s-fever-and-sweaty-bed-head. You’d think. Nooooooooo… Had to run into People. Who wanted to say hello to the puppy. I was honestly quite startling in appearance.
Have I caught up on my email? Folded laundry? Slept? Nooooooooooooo…
What’s the point of being sick if you can’t get to those little things that have been waiting for a day off when one has only the energy to sit somewhere quietly? What’s the point of being sick if you can’t lose 5-10 lbs?
On the plus side, the soup I’ve been eating is really good.
[/QUOTE]
Having a puppy is a lot like having a penis.
Some mornings, you wake up and the puppy wants to go for a walk/play.
You pull one of those one-eye-open peeks at the puppy and say “nooo puppy…sleep good”.
The puppy doesn’t care. It has the ball/leash in its mouth. So it starts looking cute and bouncing and nudging any exposed skin with its wet nose.
“Noooooo puppy…sleep…good!”
It keeps bouncing and looking cute until you relent and do what the puppy wants.
Sometimes, it’s JUST like having a penis.
(feel free to libreally sprinkle <snerks> in the dialogue)
Oh yeah, everyone, I just woke up from a 2 and a half hour nap. I am a lazy bastard. Be jealous.