Only 10:30, and it's already been an exciting day here on the Stick Farm. Thank God for my husband Rex. I never would have had the stomach to clean up dog vomit at 7 a.m., even though I was the one who gave them Kayti's uneaten (and two days out of the fridge) turkey sandwich about 15 minutes earlier.
I woke up at about 6 a.m. A lone rooster was crowing. I got out of bed. Kayti rolled over, asked in a half-asleep voice, "What was that hideous noise that woke me up?" and burrowed back under the covers. (Last night she said to a shih tzu that was sitting up begging for food: "Be off with you!" Think she's watching too much "Robin Hood"?)
OK, this may not seem that exciting to you. But compare it to this:
A few days ago I was listening to public radio on my way in to work, and the classical-music show was just beginning. (Classical music shows are always just beginning on MPBN. There is too much classical music on MPBN. MPBN, are you listening?) Anyway, the announcer exclaimed, "This is a very exciting day for us here at MPBN!" I was on the edge of my seat. Big grant from a rich foundation? Programming overhaul? Pulitzer Prize for a news story?
"This is the 100th anniversary of (something obscure about somebody obscure)," she exulted.
Talk about feeling cheated! I think dealing with dog vomit beats that, so don't give me any flak about leading you on.
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