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Thursday, July 13, 2006

Crazy Week, eh? (looks around sheepishly)

(Creating poo is hard work for a dog)

Geez, this week has been crazy. It's only going to get worse now, as I get up and leave this stinking 102-degree town for my trip to St. Louis, where I will play all manner of video games and eat all manner of confections and fried delights. Or at least some brats.

I feel genuinely bad about my lack of updates (the World Cup post notwithstanding) over the past month. I've got a schedule of things in my head, it's just a matter of getting them out. Also, I have no time and a dog that demands my attention. On top of that, I'd like to migrate this thing over to, so I feel like a real blogger. Maybe I'll give out goodies or something. My goodies. No, that came out wrong. Someone's goodies. Hold on...what I mean is...a free lunch or something. Or a keychain. Everybody likes those.

Our apartment complex fined us $25 for not cleaning up our dog's doo. We've lived there 4 1/2 years, and this is the first time that's happened. That's like fining Sly Stallone for mumbling, is all I'm saying. All of a sudden we have to clean up the doo? It was a shock and an outrage, and we really can't wait to get out of this ghettoized Spinal Tap-style hell hole. And folks don't even lend a hand here.


  • At 3:42 AM, Blogger Mark said…

    Once when Jill was living at her very first apartment in Texas, I let Allie out to go to the bathroom. She started to poop, and then looked at me and said, "Well, are you going to help me and pull it out?" I guess Jill did that for Allie when she got stuck. Mike, do you ever have to do that?

  • At 9:16 PM, Blogger Mike Pape said…

    Oh, yes. But now I usually just grab her behind and shake it loose. Saves on paper towels.


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