I know I sound like a broken record, but ENOUGH with winter! Yesterday morning we woke up to it snowing AGAIN, and even though I knew it was coming, I was still pissed. Winter is just too damn long in the great state of Utah. Winter is fine for December and January, but then I am done. Done, done, done and done.
You know what would be really sweet? To live some place where when you wake up in the morning your boogers haven’t turned to concrete in your nose from the insanely dry air. That would be rad. Picking those things out is not easy, people. They get so bad that it hurts to flare your nostrils the littlest bit. Think of it as trying to pry off a piece of wax that has been sitting for way too long on a sensitive surface. I’ll let you come up with your own sensitive surface. It should probably be one that is covered with hair.
Speaking of hair, the winter weather has not deterred Jack from digging deep into the snow, finding a turd and then rolling his hairy body in it. He surprised me with a poop neck just this afternoon. Here’s a picture Rob took of him in the summer. Don’t feel bad for him because we’ve exposed his secret to the world. I’m pretty sure he could care less. Considering he is rolling in his own poop, remember.
He just can’t help himself.
Jack has this thing where he really likes pooping in bushes or on large rocks. He gets his butt so high up and right against the bush that the poop ends up all over his butt hair. And remember, he’s white. Oh, and he doesn’t like me trying to get it off with a wet wipe, so if we don’t immediately bathe him, he ends up with pieces of poop stuck to his butt. Here’s a visual of when it’s still wet. I’m pretty sure that we’re going to have to take scissors to it now that it’s dry. Di-freaking-stugsting.
This will not be a mushy post. Valentine’s Day was definitely cooler as a kid. I mean I am not anti-Valentine’s by any means. Rob and I exchange cards and make a nice dinner at home, but I just think it’s silly that people feel obligated to do the whole flower/chocolate/jewelry/god awful stuffed animal thing just because Cupid said so. Was it Cupid? I don’t know.
Anyway, as a kid, you got to make Valentine’s boxes! Of course mine always sucked, but it was still so fun. Making cards for your entire class and carefully selecting the conversation hearts so no one got the wrong idea… or someone got the right idea. A few years back my sisters, stepdaughter and I decided what the hell, we can still make boxes! So we did. The only problem was no one put any Valentine’s cards in them. Minor detail.
Jack clearly doesn’t understand that today is a holiday about love. If he did, he wouldn’t have rolled in dog poop. Why must they do this? I think he has a bit of a poop obsession lately. I caught him with a piece in his mouth today (he dropped it), and then he came inside later with it all over his neck. Hello, I am not feeling the love, Jack! Maybe I can sweet talk Rob into giving him a bath. You know, “Sweetie, since it’s Valentine’s Day….”
However you celebrate or don’t celebrate today, at least eat some chocolate. You do have an excuse after all!