I’m back from the future. An hour from now. Not that interesting. There are times being an hour ahead of everyone could be useful, but for everyday things, there’s not much point.
We tried putting Roxy in the cone of shame or despair or whatever the hell it’s called (I don’t have a 5-year-old, Mom. I’ve only seen Up once.) last night, but we didn’t last more than 30 minutes. Possibly not even that long. She was SO pathetic. And clutzy. Totally freaked out, but in a quiet way. A very tense, quiet way. I couldn’t take it. The sock method is working – why change now?
Enough about the dog. Until tomorrow, when I’ll have more to say about the dog.
Dog. Dog dog d-dog dog.
John texted me today to say he was going to be a little late coming home. I texted him back: “Damn.” My phone suggested a replacement: “Danny.” Good replacement.
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Your phone gives you alternatives to swearing?
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