My Legs Sting

I just sneezed. I like sneezing sometimes. Sometimes it hurts. Most of the time I end up holding it in, and the force causes my back to pop.
We just got back from spending a few days in Indiana for Anna's break.
Chief is currently going crazy on my feet. He already tried to climb my bare legs twice tonight. I'm bleeding in at least three separate places.
I'm listening to EastWest at the moment. Ahh, the nostalgia. Sometimes I forget all the good music I have.
My legs really hurt now.
Since we are dog sitting, we had to take Betsie with us to Indiana. That worked out alright I guess, though she did go missing for awhile Wednesday night. That about made me pee my pants. Anna's father discovered her in the woods behind the house chasing anything that made a sound. She didn't respond at all to our calls and had to be dragged into the house. She was covered in mud and blood from her excursion, and poor Anna had to give her a bath. Nobody thought to tell me they had found her, so I was still looking for awhile.
Chief is eating my left big toe at the moment.
The Rockies are 3-1. If only they could keep that win percentage all year.
I spent some quality time bonding with firearms over the break. Cleaning a gun is almost as soothing as sharpening a knife.
Howie is being a complete jerk. We left him here and took Chief to Indiana, and apparently Howard thought we were going to leave Chief there because he is completely upset to see Chief here. He hisses at him whenever he sees him and keeps giving us death looks.
Anna and I finally have our wedding pictures. We spent many frustrating hours trying to sort them so we could take some to Walgreens to make photo books for Anna's grandmothers. We ended up only getting one book made, and when we went to deliver it, Anna's grandmother turned out not to be there. Someday maybe our laughter about the situation won't be so bitter.
Aside from the gun powder residue on my hands, this might have been the worst spring break ever.
I suddenly had the urge to squirt Howie with water, but that would be mean.
I'm really thirsty.
My chin itches. I'm not sure how much longer I'll be able to stand this beard.
My contacts need to come out.
It's past my bedtime.
Goodnight.
Seriously.
Go to bed.
Now.
Or don't.
See if I care.
So there.
Stop reading.
There's nothing to see here.