...sadly, this past weekend was nothin' to write home about. which means, it was nothing to blog about, either. which means i'm not going to. write, that is. which means...anyone? anyone? that's right! the worms you see here are merely a figment of your own pathetic imaginations! (i say pathetic, because if i were imagining something right now, it would be "something" really fabu, like... a tub full of greenies or... a tub full of beef jerkey or... a tub full of vanilla bean ice cream. in other worms, it would not be a blog full of imagined worms. but that's just me,)
of course, if i had decided to write something today, i would have told you about the major injury daddy sustained on saturday (poor daddy), but, since i'm not writing, i can't tell you about that, either.
hopefully, now that you know there's nothing to read here you're over at bobo banjoey even as we aren't speaking and learning about daddy's pain, for yourself.
the other thing i won't do today is show ya any pictures from the wee bit o' fun festive frolicking we managed to carve out in the front yard, yesterday, when the sun was actually shining and it was a balmy 56 degrees. for then, of course, you'd know that i'm a big, fat liar, and had something to write about, after all. thank goodness that secret will never get out.
the more i think about it, the more i realize how wise i am to not be blogging today. for then i'd surely be tempted to make derogatory comments about the shows mommy and daddy watched last night. altho', come to think of it, that's not quite true, 'cuz there really aren't any to make. mommy & daddy thought the west wing was pretty good... and, as of this non-writing, the verdict is still out on the sopranos (it didn't start out too well, but by the end of the episode, tony's balls grew back, vito was "outted" and was getting ready to "whack" himself--which, i'm guessing, is something he does all the time, anyway, if you catch my drift and i bet you do, and, we learned that a garish mob wedding can run upwards of 450G's--which is f*cking impressive by anyone's standards).
no doubt the only picture worth showing/discussing from last night is the shot of bobo resting in mommy's lap, which he did for most of the evening... little cuddle bunny that he is.
the good thing about not showing the picture, of course, is that i won't have to mention the 2 (count 'em TWO) creepy, blood-sucking ticks mommy found on the top of bobo's head, either! that way no one will know how quickly mommy tossed bobo out of her lap, in case any more of those freaky blood suckers were lurking under his beautiful coat. bobo may be a precious doll-boy, but, ticks? ticks are evil and... well, i guess i don't need to go on about ticks, now, do i? after all, i'm not showing the picture and i'm not writing a post. besides, i'm pretty sure i talked about ticks enough a few days ago to last a lifetime, don't you? (naturally, since this isn't a post, there is no "you" to respond, but if i had done a post, that might have been a good place for "you" to do so.)
yeah, the more i think about it, the more i'm convinced i'm totally doing the right thing by keeping my thoughts/pictures to myself. honestly, i'd feel terrible if i disappointed my loyal fan (daddy?) by putting up a crappy post...at least this way, that ain't gonna happen!
"I think dogs are the most amazing creatures; they give unconditional love. For me they are the role model for being alive." ~ Gilda Radner