Ready for a flood

Spun (2003) = 4/10. It wasn't that it was a bad movie, I just couldn't at all relate to the lives of druggies. Lots of boobies to be seen on this one.

Curb Your Enthusiasm: Season 1: Disc 1 (2000). Ridiculously unbelievable situations. Totally funny and amusing.

And speaking of boobies (just kidding), my brother Geoffrey turned 15 Wednesday. Which means in another six months someone will have to be replacing the upholstery on one of the cars from the driving lessons. Perhaps that's why my first car had vinyl seats. Hmm...

It rained darn near every second this weekend. When the ground is moist and I need to take Shelby outside, I simply hike my pants up a little so that the bottom ends stay dry. Monday morning this very situation occured. I generally don't see anyone else at 06:45, the normal time I take Shelby out during the week. This time, however, I saw another girl and her dog. Though I can't remember her name, I've seen the girl a few times before and her dog is...well...let's just say he really needs to be neutered. The amorous dog's owner is a little on the stupid side. Of the 10 or so times I've seen her, not once has she failed to say something that left me rolling my eyes.

I can imagine how I looked Monday morning: hair pulled back into a ratty pony, black trench coat, FLIP-FLOPS (it was something like 40 degrees outside--my slippers were still wet), marshmallow blue velour pants, Tommy Pull-my-finger sweatshirt. Glamour personified, if I do say so myself. But come on. It's 6:45 am and I've barely chucked myself out of bed.

What does horny dog's owner say to me?

"Well hey hey. Someone's ready for a flood."

I lick my lips, slightly glare at her, and say "yup." Then I stare down at my shoes, oozing water around the edges by now. My gaze turned toward her ankles as she walked away.

I can only imagine how silly she must have felt after she saw the mud she kicked on herself. The marks extended all the way up her back. I'll bet she wishes she were ready for a flood.