Much Of Nothing

You know I really don't have any thing to say today. But I didn't want to make this an empty click trip for ya! Ha Haaaaaa!

BUT...

Why is it that those gems of thought that I have while away from the computer completely elude me when I am sitting here? Is that Postus Thoughtus Interruptus?

I do sometimes wonder how many bloggers are actually fat nerds like myself. I know when I read my own stuff there is some buff handsome dude writing it. Okay, the buff part is the fiction. What can I say?

Thanks to J I do hereby name the 1990's as the decade of the Damn! Why? Because she said this to me recently.

Adub was born in 92. I think that was the year of the "damn" cause thats what I say to her when she says she doesn't know why she makes the choices that she makes.

Of course there are three in my sphere of influence born one and two years ahead of her who are no less "enigmatic". That is they also think that "I don't know" is an acceptable answer when I ask them why they made the choice that they did.

My dog recently had an outta body experience. He has for some reason forgotten that the floor on which he sleeps is NOT suitable for bathroom purposes. Uncharacteristically of me, I took the high road and did not meet his erroneous ways with a violent reaction. I merely gave him the idea that it was not acceptable and let the terror of a possible encounter do the work. Of course he chose to take my kindness as a sign of weakness. How do you ask? This dumb son of a bitch growled at me when I stopped to look in disbelief at what he did to my damn wood floor for the FIFTH time in four days! Somehow because I chose to be nice he thought I did something stupid like forgot I was the alpha male in this pack? Can he be serious? When the hell did he think he earned alpha male status in MY damn pack? He don't feed or shelter his damn self, much less anyone else! Asshole! Anyway, I met that small act of aggression with one of my own. I used the baseball bat, as a cane for me to lean on, just to let the realization of what he did sink in. After he let his sense return, I proceeded to clean up the floor whilst reminding him of two very important things that he seemed to have forgotten. First is that he has no thumbs. And second that I have the damn food, and water. Then I wished him luck finding provisions for the next two or three days. You know he was so nice today I actually let him eat lunch. Of course my floor had to stay dry and shit free for three consecutive days before I would even consider it. Remember kiddies, violence ain't the only way!!!

And if you think I am dead wrong about the bat, then check this muhfugga out!

Damn, I guess I did have something to say. Ignore my teasing at the beginning...