I would call this entry hump day except that term always makes me think of a poorly trained dog or possibly my husband, so I avoid using it. I like my husband though, so don’t take that wrong way.
In fact I even like poorly trained dogs, especially my own. Here he is lounging about this morning. He seems to prefer looking at the world upside down because he often lays on the furniture with his head hanging upside down. He is not that poorly trained either. He “has issues” which is a nice way of saying that before we got him, someone had apparently beaten his brains out and he never got them back. I would love to put a good hurting on the people who abused and abandoned him, but no one knows who they were, so I guess I don’t get to experience that pleasure. Riley is, in Larry’s parlance, “Dumber than a bag of hammers”, but we love him anyway.
None of this has the slightest thing to do with my original intent for this entry and after 2 interrupting phone calls, I can’t remember what I set out to do.
Ah yes! It has to do with this blog: To do list which reminds me of PostSecret a little. I never write to do lists. Maybe I ought to start because then I might get things done. I imagine a list on paper or the computer would just as easy to disregard as the one in my head though. I am always ready to change plans in midstream, particularly if the new plan takes less effort than the original one.
Here is my list for today:
Get all this damn laundry folded and put away.
Take Riley for a walk.
Make turkey meatloaf for dinner.
Seems modest enough – I will let you know how it goes. Maybe it will begin a whole new way of life for me: so organized and replete with accomplishment that I won’t even recognise myself.
