and i think that will about do it...
with the holidays o' 2005. a lovely season, sans the petty stresses: 'did you get an invite to so and so's party?' 'no. did you?' 'no. are they not having it this year?' 'dunno. i'll find out.' and, 'oh shit, a card from so and so. why won't he just GO AWAY. that friendship was over years ago. do i have to send one back?' not to be outdone by, 'no, the display says all christmas stuff is 50% off.' 'but that's for 2005 christmas stuff.' 'and what is this?' 'left over from 2004.' '... so wouldn't take beg the question of 75% off?!' 'no, it would beg the full price buddy.' and so on and so on and so on.
marge told me, on christmas morning, mind you, when i asked why the dogs were suddenly so well behaved that it was the result of their newly medicated states. the girl dog: senile. walks into walls and forgets where she is and is on an anti-somethingorother. the boy dog: 'anxiety disorder' and on a downer. it's like having timothy leary in the home. 'drop out, tune in, chill out' or whatever his tag line was. my drug fiend dogs. 'and don't ask me how much all this cost. you don't want to know.' 'is their christmas merrier than mine?' 'well, since you asked...'
reminds me of the time the boy dog had a seizure a few years back and mum calls me to tell me. at work. 'oh it was just terrifying! there he is writhing on the deck, and i'm out there reading for book club getting some sun, and i immediately scoop him up and drag his little lifeless body into the back of the benz' 'you did what? could he walk?' 'he was a little out of it, but yes, he could walk.' 'ok...' 'and dr. dolittle performs all these tests and determine that he's ok, but might be getting old or might have eaten something in the yard, and gave me a prescription for valium should it happen again.' 'for you or the dog?' 'don't be smart! for him!' 'oh, ok. continue...' 'and isn't that the saddest story you've ever heard?! poor guy. he's getting up there.' 'i do think it's unfortunate that he's on the junk. i mean, i put eighteen years in that house and got nothing but a weekly therapist visit, and he puts in eight and gets the goods. i'm a little jealous, to be honest.' 'don't be smart!'
so while the holidays were lovely, i'm glad to be back in 'ordinary time' more sooner than later.
marge told me, on christmas morning, mind you, when i asked why the dogs were suddenly so well behaved that it was the result of their newly medicated states. the girl dog: senile. walks into walls and forgets where she is and is on an anti-somethingorother. the boy dog: 'anxiety disorder' and on a downer. it's like having timothy leary in the home. 'drop out, tune in, chill out' or whatever his tag line was. my drug fiend dogs. 'and don't ask me how much all this cost. you don't want to know.' 'is their christmas merrier than mine?' 'well, since you asked...'
reminds me of the time the boy dog had a seizure a few years back and mum calls me to tell me. at work. 'oh it was just terrifying! there he is writhing on the deck, and i'm out there reading for book club getting some sun, and i immediately scoop him up and drag his little lifeless body into the back of the benz' 'you did what? could he walk?' 'he was a little out of it, but yes, he could walk.' 'ok...' 'and dr. dolittle performs all these tests and determine that he's ok, but might be getting old or might have eaten something in the yard, and gave me a prescription for valium should it happen again.' 'for you or the dog?' 'don't be smart! for him!' 'oh, ok. continue...' 'and isn't that the saddest story you've ever heard?! poor guy. he's getting up there.' 'i do think it's unfortunate that he's on the junk. i mean, i put eighteen years in that house and got nothing but a weekly therapist visit, and he puts in eight and gets the goods. i'm a little jealous, to be honest.' 'don't be smart!'
so while the holidays were lovely, i'm glad to be back in 'ordinary time' more sooner than later.
posted by tom at 7:54 AM
<< Home