seeing is believing...

my ass will be in a sling if mommy ever finds out i posted this picture i took yesterday. HAHAHAHAHA! wait... what did i just say? my ass in a sling? right. like that's ever gonna happen! sometimes i crack myself up. still, i'm pretty sure mom would be mildly distressed to know i 'outed' her from her closet of horrors. but you know what? i feel justified, because i'm fairly certain this is the only way anyone's ever gonna believe me when i talk about the disturbing lengths mom goes through to get stuff off the counter and into that hellish closet so it's out of the way for the cleaning lady.

troubling, yet pathetic, don't ya think? of course, the amount of time the lovely clean spaces in the kitchen remain lovely clean spaces is in direct proportion to the amount of time it takes hazel (not her real name, tho' mommy thinks it should be) to get out of the house, into her car, and down the driveway. i know mommy wishes she could be more organized, but that's not gonna happen, what with her ADD and all... sigh. oh well, as long as she remembers where she puts the greenies, i'm not gonna complain. the rest of you are on your own.

moving right along... yesterday, i considered telling you about the lovely addition to the front side of our house. i'm not sure why i didn't, except that A) it seemed like an oh-so-boring topic, and B) i had to take a nap. today, however, i have nothing to talk about, as yet, so suddenly "boring" seems fascinating, and "nap-time" is still a ways off. anyway, isn't it pretty...not! bobo says it's a propane tank, but i say propane-schmopane... this thing is uglier 'n shit and it needs to be put in the backyard--or better yet, buried so no one can see it. if i had the energy (and it were possible), right now i'd go out there, lift my leg, and pee on it. clearly that's not gonna happen, either. maybe i can get bobo to do it for me....

oh my. poor bobo is still not quite himself today. claiming he needs to rest up for any and all possible family fun frolics in the front yard this weekend, he said he was disinclined to acquiesce to my proposal to pee on the uglier 'n shit propane tank. little f*cker. i think he's faking it. but after spending almost 3 whole minutes trying to convince him to "just do it", i'm worn out... and i feel a nap coming on. no worries... i'm sure i'll muster the ...um...er...ah....

...energy...to do something...about it...um...

later onnnnnnnnn

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zzzz....what th-? huh?! oh... heh heh... guess i dozed off for a sec. but i wanted to say one more thing...now what was it? oh yeah! i cracked up when i read daddy's blog this morning. at first i thought he was gonna to discuss the delicious mexican dinner of beans and rice he and mommy had last night, because his first line was we've got gas!. instead, he wrote about the uglier 'n shit propane tank in the front yard. it seems this abomination was top o' his mind this morning, as well (you know what they say about "great minds", don't you? if not, don't worry... you probably don't have one). i personally think daddy is waaaay funnier than i am... but don't take my word for it, you can find out for yourself 4here3 ...tgif to you, too, daddy!

"Weekends don't count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless." ~ Bill Watterson