I start to feel old when the hydro company sends me an information packet complete with off-peak times graphed onto stickers and I wish they instead sent me magnets.

funny chew

The dog has a habit of scrambling up in a clamour when I move my foot or even when we look a different way than we have been.  She also has a habit of being right at your feet when you haven’t been paying enough attention to notice her creeping up. She’s like a fluffy and more likable version of the ‘sneaky’ guy in Big Daddy. Tripping over her is something I commonly do.

I don’t know how people own dogs and keep a clean house.  I realize how domesticated this post makes me sound, and I’m not going to deny it.  Dog hair plus residual mud from an unusually rainy November-December gives me a headache. I need tricks. I need tips.  I need dog booties and a hoodie for the stuff that splashes up underneath.

As I age, all the things I used to hate about humanity begin to seem so practical.

On another subject, I think I set the bar too high reading Bossypants first because now I expect every book I read to be interesting as well as engaging and funny.  One thing I can say for sure is that Kerouac is not my cup of tea and I probably wouldn’t have much to talk about with anyone who does enjoy his work.  E-readers are a great way to figure out which authors you would never buy books from.   I’ll give my opinion on Hemingway next week. Or I’ll forget. Either way.  I typed this.

About Nikki

I've been writing since I was in kindergarten where I Crayola-markered an epic tale of a tiger and a balloon on a stack of lined papers folded into a booklet and stapled along the edge (carefully, and by my teacher). I love DIY, sewing, folksy music, animals and getting out to look at and listen to nature.
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