Friday, August 19, 2005

Don't hate the Player

Bobbi doesn't like my dog. It's not that she hates him, he's just a big dog and she's a little person and he annoys her with his whole "big dog in the room" presence. She also likes to point out how dumb he is, which I always defend by pointing out the fallacy's in her dog. The conversation usually goes like this:

"Boodreaux is so stupid."
"Cayman shits in the house."
"Does he have to cry like a little girl when we don't let him in fast enough?"
"Does Cayman have to shit in the house?"
"Why does he bark whenever someone gets near his food bowl?"
"Why does Cayman shit in the house?"

Of course, Boodreaux doesn't make my job any easier when he walks under the kitchen table and can't figure out how to get out.


Christie said...

roflmaoooooooo...I'm not sure why I found that so flippin hilarious, but I did...of course when you try like an idiot to read it to your signifcant other, and they just stare at you...sigh...shaking their head...and of course I am laughing so damn hard, that it's not even comin out righ...oh well, it was good for me, and thats all that counts.

3:43 AM  
Booray said...

Thanks for the comment, Christie! Looking at your website I'm guessing that you found me through Joanna's site My Crazy Life.

The hardest part about writing, for me, is trying to get the reader to read in the same voice and tone that I would use if I were to simply "tell" someone the story. Am I using too many italics? Not enough? It's tricky! Luckily, I guess I pulled it off with this post since you liked it! Sorry your hubby didn't get it... :)

10:04 AM  

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