I could never truly be a busybody, one of those people who peeks out their front window every time they hear a car. Sometimes, I just get tired of people telling me their business. I just want to sit quietly alone in the tastefully decorated library of my ranch home, watching the horses graze and whinny in the pasture while sipping a cup of tea and pausing to contemplate the next sentence of my much anticipated, soon-to-be-best-selling book. Is that too much to ask?
I'd feel better about not having the ranch and knowing too much of other peoples' business if Ethan wasn't acting like I'm a walking turd today (aka repellent to his toddler sensibilities, for whatever reason), and also if that old woman would have quit passing me as I did my laps in the pool at the Y. Really, old woman? You couldn't have just let me do my laps in peace? You had to turn it into a competition?
If you feel the urge to talk about your problems with me, please don't. Not today. I will, however, still be accepting praise. And pecuniary compliments, if you're so inclined.
Coming up this week on The Fierce Beagle: An Evening With Greatness, Part 2—the riveting finale to An Evening With Greatness, Part 1; Bathroom Makeover—before and after; and The Benefits of Happy Pills, or Why One Shouldn't Let One's Prescription Lapse.
7 comments:
You're fabulous. You're not a turd. Toddlers are turds. Sometimes. =) Sounds like he has a case of the Mondays.
Can't wait for that bathroom reveal!
OMG toddlers are total turds! (wanna trade? Mine SCREAMS her head off at me!) I think today needs to be over for everyone. Tomorrow is a fresh start.
I like toddlers, but after a 9 hour drive from the beach with one of three that hates to travel--I agree with the acting like a turd comment.
Tantalizing! I can't wait for the rest of the week.
Also, this post was so funny, I almost launched Diet Coke out of my nose.
Turd.
Always knew exercise was bad for your well-being (in spite of your last post)!!
Tina—Toddlers *are* turds. Thanks so much for agreeing!
Jen—Sounds like everyone on Earth had a case of the Mondays. Or, Mundies, as I prefer to pronounce it. Sounds more medical that way.
Slamdunk—So, am I totally insane for considering an 11-hour car trip to Chicago then?
May—Thank you. The whole reason I started this blog was to get people to embarass themselves through my hilarity, believe it or not.
The Dotterel—Exercise is good for you in that for a few days you think yourself really clever and on the road to fitness. Then after your constitution hasn't changed dramatically, say around Day 3, your outlook isn't so positive anymore.
I think your chock full of awesome, and we've only just e-met.
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