June 16, 2008


OK, I knew my previous post was gonna make everyone feel guilty for not checking on me. But I wrote it anyway, because I'm a sucker for a brutally honest post. So don't feel guilty. And don't feel like you have to hurry up and email me, or get a post up on your blog about me (sniff, though it is quite touching), or call me from Middle of Nowhere, Nebraska, where your cell phone keeps cutting out (hi, AWTM!) just so I feel loved. I know I'm loved. It's OK. Call me after Thursday, when my mom leaves and it's just me.

Just me and that old pup. He can be our baby.


Maybe I could put those little girl scrunchies on his head. Heh.

(My apologies to Homefront 6, who gave me a darling bathrobe as a gift for my baby. Which I just put on my dog.)

Posted by Sarah at June 16, 2008 12:47 PM | TrackBack

That picture is SO very wrong.

And don't go gettin all sappy about anything, I composed that in my head in the middle of the night. Before I read your post calling us all bad friends. You're lucky I still decided to post it. (TOTALLY KIDDING!)

Posted by: Sis B at June 16, 2008 01:12 PM

That is such a funny picture, but Charlie needs a cigar and a book to go with it. Don't feel guilty about that either.

Posted by: Ruth H at June 16, 2008 02:10 PM

I'm with Ruth. It's very "smoking jacket" looking so a cigar, glass of cabernet and a hefty volume of some leatherbound variety is in order. :)

Posted by: Guard Wife at June 16, 2008 03:16 PM

I think this picture may have made my day...and that's saying a lot coming off of the stomach flu! Thanks!

Posted by: Nicole at June 17, 2008 05:47 PM

That is a cute and humorous way to look at it. My pets love my ministrations and motherly smothering.

Posted by: Darla at June 19, 2008 06:18 PM