Friday, April 14, 2006

Yippy dogs

  • This morning I found myself watching a man walking two miniscule white dogs. The dogs were that yippy kind that seem to benefit indirectly from the social contract. In a world of less civility, I would boot those things across the street when they come scampering at me. I can't imagine they would survive in the wild -- they would become popcorn for even midlevel predators. I'll bet a badger would eat one of those dogs.
    I watched the man bend over to pick up their little yippy dog poop with a baggie and I thought: "What an emasculating experience. Thank you, God, that I married a woman who hates those kind of dogs."

  • Google finally offers a personal calendar. I have been waiting for this for a while. I'm not sure why, though -- I don't really use a calendar. My wife tells me what to do.

  • I am fighting a sick, sick desire to start liking baseball again.

  • In exactly 90 days, the child bride and I will be moving to Cardiff. My immediate reaction to that is this: "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit."
    There are still a lot of things that need to be done before we leave. Finding a place to live is presently at the top of my list. After six months of knowing this is going to happen, and almost two years of wanting it to happen, I suddenly feel woefully underprepared.
  • 6 comments:

    Charlotte said...

    But I have a yippy little white dog!!! I also harbor the secret desire to punt her off the balcony...

    The Kaleb said...

    Set up your google calendar and then add your wife as an editor for your calendar under settings and then set notifications to email and sms and then she'll have three ways of telling you what to do.

    Neal said...

    Just pretend like you're leaving next week instead of three months from now. Do what comes natural at that point.

    Thomas said...

    Remember there is nothing to like about baseball, Chris. It is all steroids.

    Crystal said...

    Dogs under one foot tall are cats. I don't like cats.

    Astrid said...

    Windsor Castle is probably too far away from your uni, huh? Coz I think the queen might have some space left where you and the childbride could camp? I bet you could easily persuade her with a cream egg.