Caged Squirrel

An American living in the South of France (and other totally random thoughts)

Thursday, August 10, 2006

Dogs, guilt, n-stuff

Dogs don't get it do they...poor things...
Everytime I have to take my dog to the vet he's like "Woo-hoo me and mommy time, I get to go with her and the other dog doesn't!!" He's so excited...then I open the door to the vet's office and he immediately gets it. Every time. So sweet.

I have a friend who is Jewish and proudly proclaims that no mom can dish out guilt like his jewish mom. I'm willing to place a bet that my mom could go head to head with her in a cage match and hold her own - and go through more boxes of tissues in the process.

Speaking of my mom, her birthday is coming up. Hmmm, what to get her- should I go out and buy her something totally useless, that she absolutely doesn't need/want and wouldn't use, completely out of her taste that doesn't match a thing in her house, but something that I think she should like - you know, use the same thought process to buy her something that she'd use to buy me a gift?

So, I work out (almost) every day - what the hell is that small patch of jiggly shit just above my elbow??

Why don’t people cross in cross walks, that’s what they’re there for, so why do people insist on crossing at any random part of the street…ok so I do it occasionally, but still, don’t people know it’s dangerous to not cross at a crosswalk?

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