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Saturday, January 8, 2011

My feet, and Sid.

First let me say that the verdict is in and by popular demand (2 people) it has been decided that I am not well enough endowed in the cranial department to debate the theory of relativity, explain time travel or even suggest my plans for when I become world leader.


I did make some compelling arguments about the political correctness of black matter and held my own in the discussion of quantum physics, (or was it Quantum Leap?) regardless, we all agree that my blogs should be centered around the mindless dribble that flows so freely from my less than fully functional brain, and maybe a little that flows from my more than dysfunctional life, just for a little je ne sais quoi.


All of that being said let me present to you, Sid, and my feet. Many of you know me, and know the bond that Sid and I have with each other. Those of you who don't, well, Sid is my constant companion, my soul mate in dog form, 90 pounds of wag and fur, my Christmas present in 2006. Sid. A ferocious blend of Chow and German Shepherd which would make my home owners insurance go up if I didn't list him as a mutt. Sid. A dog that cats of all ages nest in his fur and kids of all ages pull on his ears and nothing phases him. Sid. Who sleeps on my pillows, thinks he is a lap dog and doesn't even know how to growl. He came from the shelter so technically that makes him a rescue dog, but I like to think of it the other way around. I am his rescue human for without him I was surely be in an asylum.


Moving on to my feet. Very few of you are familiar with my feet. Jenny perhaps for when I have slept with them in her face, Haley for having to spend his childhood watching me do toe exercises cause I always thought my toes were too fat, anyone who has been to Disney World with me and at the end of the day had the pleasure of listening to me complain about... my feet. Other than that, I pretty much keep them under wrap.


Now that you have read this far and are thinking to yourself "Thank God she is not discussing anything of actual worth/meaning/ substance" let me move on the point... you may notice in the picture that I have two feet yet only one brown slipper and one black slipper. Now don't feel sorry for me and run out and buy me new slippers (well you can) as I assure you that I have a matching set to these- somewhere. See, every morning when Sid barks me awake around 4 AM he is kind enough to bring me my slippers. Usually he brings me a matching set but one morning a couple of weeks ago he chose the route of high fashion and brought me what you see pictured. So look at my feet, and look at his face, would you have the heart to tell him he erred? I thought not. I have been wearing the slippers this way, ever since as to not hurt his self esteem.


That concludes blog #2. I hope that I have successfully proven to my loyal followers, both of them, that I do have the ability to turn a subject of absolutely no importance into several paragraphs. Please stay tuned, you are sure to be amazed when I get on a rant.

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