Wow, there is just so much to say today. This election is looking like some bizarre movie. The Fargo version of Election '08. Seriously, Hollywood couldn't write this nonsense, but I'm not going to say anything about that.
I'm going to tell you about my dog (the big dumb one, who's really not that dumb, just bad). Does anyone need a really super gorgeous German Shepherd? She loves women, she's good with small dogs, she hasn't bitten anyone in ages. The problem is she likes to eat people food all the time. She is like Macguyver getting it. I don't know how she does it. Lots of times it's a mystery. Marc is convinced she has one of those grabber toys that kids have. You know, with the little hand you squeeze and it pinches together and it picks up stuff. We just don't see how else she could manage it. Tonight I had one of those chickens that the grocery store people make for you. It comes in a container that snaps closed. I pushed it as far back in the corner of the counter that I could. The kids ate the side parts and the legs were for Marc. I went upstairs and got in bed. When I went down to get something I saw the empty container on the floor. The whole thing, devoured. Every bone, every morsel. Next time I'm getting one and injecting arsenic in it. Does anyone know where you get arsenic? Because seriously she is going to push me over the edge. If she's not ripping through the trash or shredding wheats all over the kitchen than she's eating Marc's dinner. So, you want her? I'll throw in Mickey if that helps.