Poor, Poor Clancy!
That’s a picture of my diggity dog Clancy after yesterday’s trip to the groomer, where my wife ordered them to shave him. Look at him. He used to look like a normal mutt, and a good looking one at that, but now he looks like a dork. Maybe he is not quite as hot now (notice how I didn’t say that “he was cooler”), and maybe he will shed less, but he still looks fucking ridiculous. I love Clancy, but man, I just feel terrible for him. Poor, dorky-looking diggity dog.
Well, my parents left town this morning, and it was great having them visit. Not only did they buy us dinner almost every night and lunch a couple of times, but they also watched our son three days, saving us money since we didn’t have to use the sitter. Also, they bought the boy a pretty sweet basketball hoop, as well as a toy Hoover Windtunnel vacuum cleaner (that actually works!). But my mom had the comment of the month. She said, “Well, they also had a canister vacuum that cleaned better, but I figured this one was the one to get. And I didn’t want to get him the other one that sucked balls.” I about lost it, and she tried to explain herself but we all knew what she meant. And my dad, someone who I’ve never heard make a joke about something sexual before in my life (hard to believe, knowing me, but it’s true), said, “You know, that one actually sounds a whole lot better!” I don’t know how funny that is to read, but if you know my dad at all, that’s hilarious.
I submitted a new term to the Urban Dictionary website. I came up with it on Friday night while working the soccer game with Doncock and Doll-breath. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Doncock laugh harder than he did after I came up with it. I do think it’s pretty fucking funny myself. I will let you know on the status on it being accepted and put on their site.
Well, have a great day. Another day, another freaking work meeting. I cannot wait.