21 July, 2006

Tales Of My Dumbness And Overinflated Ego (Abridged)

The Dumbness

I've been frantically trying to plan various things so they don't coincide with my downtime, which begins on August 10th. I've felt a bit behind the eight-ball for several days, worried about the tenth drawing ever closer and my ambition to accomplish various tasks dwindling. Yesterday morning I woke up thinking that I had been worked up for nothing. After all, I had thirty days--more than enough time to cover all my bases. I went about my business slighly relaxed about having a WHOLE 30 days.

Then, around 4:00 it occured to me that I, great idiot that I am, was adding 20 (as in July 20th) to 10 (as in August 10th) and coming up with 30. Did I ever mention that I once got a D in Algebra?

The Gullability

Pizza Hut's Dippin' Strips pizza looks both decadent and delicious in the commercials, right? Right? Well, I thought so anyway. So I ordered some up on Monday night. Tim was out of town all week, and I thought I'd treat myself to some bachelor food. I don't know how to tell you this, but it would seem that Pizza Hut employs a grade-A food stylist for their commercial shoots. Because what came to my door was NOTHING like the ad. (Surprise!) Although I must admit that dipping pizza in ranch dressing has a slightly pornographic feel to it.

The Ego

Our master bedroom has room for a king-sized bed, which sits between two windows. And of course, since our dogs aren't blood-crazed pitbulls bent on our eventual destruction we allow them to sleep in the bedroom with us. For more than a year, Casey has slept under the window on Tim's side of the bed, and Quinn has slept under the window next to me.

About a month ago , Casey and Quinn (the dogs) began arguing over who slept on my side of the bed. To wit, whenever Casey ventured past the stacked up books and cast-off clothes to lie on the floor by my head, Quinn would growl and refuse to let him through. This has become a nightly ritual, with repeat performances from dusk to dawn. Part of me was irritated, but more of me was really flattered. The dogs apparently loved me so very much that it was an honour just to sleep nearer to The Mama Dog. "Touch the hem of my garment, puppies!"

And then last night I realised. The A/C vent by me is open all the way. The one by Tim is not. This whole time they've been fighting over the coolest spot in the room, and I've been blowing a lot of hot air.

4 Comments:

At 1:31 PM, July 21, 2006, Anonymous Sis said...

Ha, ha, ha! I am not laughing at you, but how could you imagine that Quinn, the self-proclaimed ruler of his universe, would be doing it out of anything other than selfish motives? Casey, I can believe would endure anything to be closer to his Mama dog, but Quinn? He is pure selfishness!

 
At 11:47 PM, July 22, 2006, Blogger dailydiablogger said...

:D

 
At 9:42 PM, July 23, 2006, Blogger Emmett B said...

I have ordered stuff from Pizza Hut or any other restaurant for that matter, where the first time that I eat it, it is amazing, and all subsequent times are just plain disgusting.

 
At 9:05 AM, July 24, 2006, Blogger Kathy T. said...

Smart dogs! I mean, Dumb dogs! Um. Smart dogs! In any case, if I slept in your room, I'd want to be next to the AC vent too.

 

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