i google searched the president of my high school senior class today. she is making bizarre art that includes footage of her, naked, painting with blood and meat. i have no words. none. i have some questions though. the first one goes something like "What the *##@!! ?"
and then there's the matter of Gus and what seems to be his pooping problem. he's been straining a lot when he tries to poop. it will look like he's gone and then he'll walk away from that spot in the yard only to attempt to poop again somewhere else. then, when he finally does come inside, i have to wipe his butt because there will be a little piece of dog doodoo hanging out. lovely, huh? it gets better. last night, nick let Gus in and didn't check for residue. i went to go put something in our bedroom and saw a little dot of dog poop ON THE FITTED SHEET complete with a few of Gus' dog hairs stuck in it. of course it would happen on a day i didn't make the bed.
so there you have it. i'm feeling uninspired. i was, however, immediately inspired to wash the heck out of the fitted sheet.