I had to call a library yesterday, and I swear the lady I spoke with was Marian the Librarian. The voice was identical. Now, I totally get that the original Marian wasn't actually a librarian, but in fact a crazy yoga teacher with a giant camel toe, but the voice! The "hehe"! It was creepy. I had flashbacks.
In other news, I walked the butte yesterday morning with two friends. Bootie was so fast she jogged laps around the top while waiting for me and Jules to catch up. Jerk. I'm blaming my slowness on the fact that we were walking with wee Gertie, the world's cutest golden retriever puppy. Seriously. Why did I not get a golden retriever? Why did I have to get a "smart" dog? Dumb dogs are awesome. They obey. Did you know that? Also, Gertie gets tired. Toward the end of the walk Jules jogged a little bit, and poor lil Gertie (I'll find a pic, promise) was dragging on the end of her leash. Do you know what I have to do to tire out Margaux?
If you do, please, please tell me.
Wow, I can't believe I missed the original Marian post! That's a doozy.
ReplyDeleteWhen I used to help my dad bale hay on the farm as a kid, I'd cough up snotty black stuff for days. It felt like such an accomplishment to me. So, um, good work.
Dumb dogs are awesome. They don't have the brain space to care about more than the next few steps or making their owners happy. Unlike smart dogs, who spend their time plotting ways to be naughty or how to snake the chicken off the counter. But smart dogs have deep souls, so it's a tradeoff.
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