I haven’t run since Thursday because I have a sore throat. I’m trying to make myself feel guilty about it because my butt needs to get moving. I am not succeeding. I’m hungry and I want Pazzo’s gourmet pizza. Right now. See. No guilt.
Without a segue, the cat on my front porch is making my mentally challenged dog Rikki bark non-stop. It’s driving me crazy and I wish, WITH ALL MY HEART, her barker would stop working. I’m seriously considering boxing her up, sticking her in the mailbox and marking “IHateToast” on the front. Because I doubt I could hear her bark in Australia. Don’t let the cuteness fool you. Where’s the Dog Whisperer when you need him?