Yep, It’s Monday

Is it wrong, when you step in a big pile of thrown-up catfood, and you hobble into the kitchen to get some paper towels, and you come back out to find the dog eating it, to just say, “fuck it,” and let her?

I’m kind of glad it’s going to be hot today, because that makes it a little easier to get back to work.  I just completely goofed off this weekend, for the most part.  I didn’t even finish cleaning the bathroom.

But it was so nice and I wanted to just be outside, goofing off, and so that’s what we did.

I was thinking about Jason Stackhouse in last night’s episode of True Blood, and how one of the things that makes him so interesting as a character is that he’s just a complete send up of a certain kind of manliness.  Everything he’s been prepped to do or be his whole life is kind of useless.  He’s not a great football hero.  Even when he comes into Merlotte’s looking to kick ass and take names, the crowd doesn’t respond how they’re supposed to.

And yet, it’s in his embracing of something he is clearly not–a god–that they’re able to save Sam.

I don’t know what to make of it, but I’m keeping my eye on it.

9 thoughts on “Yep, It’s Monday

  1. Well, let’s see. You’ve already gone through the “Ew-stepped-in-something-wet-what-was-it-FUCK-IT-WAS-CAT-VOMIT” thing early in the morning, which – let’s face it – is just unfair on a Monday. Then you come back to find the dog in it, wherein you: (1) Stare incredulously; (2) Get mad, briefly; and (3) resign yourself to the fact that dogs are dogs.

    If Mrs. Wigglebottom wants to help out by cleaning the mess for you, I say let her.

  2. I’m with letting the dog eat it. Sometimes I’m just “La, la, la don’t see that gross thing you’re doing.”

    And it covers eating cat poop, too. With a ‘don’t lick me’ for a while after…..

  3. Last weekend, I slipped in the cat vomit (I was letting it “cool” and forgot about it), and fell on my behind. In the last clean pair of pants, right before I needed to go somewhere, of course. I need a dog, apparently.

  4. It is handy, really, to have someone who will go around and eat stuff you’d rather not touch.

    Rachel, I’m sorry to say that your comment totally made me laugh.

  5. Is it wrong, when you step in a big pile of thrown-up catfood, and you hobble into the kitchen to get some paper towels, and you come back out to find the dog eating it, to just say, “fuck it,” and let her?

    for this very reason, I am now thinking about getting a dog.

    Last weekend, I slipped in the cat vomit (I was letting it “cool” and forgot about it), and fell on my behind.

    OMG, I almost choked on a chili cheese frito while reading that. I laughed out loud.

  6. Ha Ha – that’s exactley what I would have done, and made a mental note to myself not to accept any kisses from the “eater” for several hours!

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