I wrote this post a year and a half ago. For some reason I felt like sharing it again, if only to prove that I am still soft in the head:
Yes, it's official, I have lost my mind. The song, Too Much Time on My Hands by Styx (who doesn't love Come Sail Away, The Best of Times and Babe?) is running on a constant loop in my head.
To prove the point of mind-loss, here are my top 10 ideas on what my Silky Terrier, Baby, does when she squirrels up under our bed at various times during the day. (Sometimes if my big toe brushes up too close to the dust ruffle, she will emit a low growl, making me jump on the bed so I don't come to be known as "Nine-Toed Nash.")
1. I told Adam the other night while we were watching TV in bed and heard Baby rustling under the bed that she was running an underground meth lab. Hey, Baby, keep me out of it, but make sure you share the profits, bitch.
2. Has an internal debate with herself on whether she really is a dog or a cat. I can hear her now: "That short lady and the tall guy call me kitty all the time and laugh. Is it true? I smell like a dog and I eat dog food, yet when a cat food commercial comes on, they ask me, 'Baby, you want me to buy you that'"?
3. Is hiding out from that thing that is always following her around. (her tail)
4. Has an encyclopedia collection she is devouring voraciously in hopes of going on Jeopardy!.
5. Protecting her health since I haven't "gone green" with my household cleaners. I was a sucker and bought the Clorox "green" bathroom cleaner. Nope, doesn't work as well as regular Clorox Clean-Up. It'll burn the hairs out of your nostrils but you can bet your bottom there are no germs on my countertops.
6. She could possibly have a Playstation under there and is living a life of crime and destitution while playing Grand Theft Auto 4.
7. Wondering how she can get out of the fence and get knocked up so she too can be classy and go on Maury to find out who her baby daddy be, saying she is "2,000 percent sure he's the daddy because she's never been with anyone else".
8. Practicing her "looks" so Tyra doesn't tell her she looks "dead in the eyes" when trying out for America's Next Top Model.
9. Plotting my death, a la Stewie, so she can take my place as Adam's wife.
10. Budgeting so she can figure out if she has enough dough to run for president as the "crunk candidate."
2 comments:
OMG, that is one of the funniest things I've read in a long-ass time! I'm not sure which option I like the most but strangely enough I can actually believe it's possible (my mind is a little odd which keeps me company when I'm lonely).
BTW, this is Notaclue from The Peevery..., no, I don't have a face-space page and/or blog on account of the voices in my head would be too jealous.
Hey Notaclue! Thanks for leaving the comment. It's nice to know I'm not the only crazy person out there!
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