Zoey farts more than should be canine-ly possible.
I need to mow the lawn. I decided to wait a little this morning so I didn't wake too many people up with the mower.
I grilled steak last night at Anna's parentals'. I enjoy putting searing heat to chucks of animal flesh. I especially enjoy it when Anna's sister and her 'man' are around. I was about to say that I will never understand vegans, but that isn't true. I completely understand vegans. Vegans exist so that they can tell other people they are vegan and use that to feel somehow superior.
I have a gross taste in my mouth.
Blue and black checkerboarded.
I need to take a shower, but I'll do that after I mow.
I think dog sounds delicious.
I don't know what I usually write about in this blog. It's been too long.
I'm fortunate to have remembered the password.
Anna and I were both promoted a month ago. She deserved it. I don't know what idiot would put me in charge.
I'm getting hungry.
We've stopped letting the dogs sleep on the bed simply because they shed too much.
I want to buy a truck. That's my driving thought at work.
I guess my ten year reunion is coming up. That's a depressing thought.
That's all I have to say for now. See you in a year.
