Monday, July 02, 2012

Life ain't pretty for a dog-faced boy

A friend from Vegas came up to visit me this weekend. In part so she could escape the heat, and in part to try and cheer me up about things not working out with The Model. We went to breakfast the first morning she was here, and had the following conversation:

Her: I feel like you're a lot more subdued than when you lived in Vegas.

Me: Really? Why do you say that?

Her: I don't know. I just feel like you're an old dog and I'm this annoying little puppy that you just have to kind of tolerate, but at some point you're going to snap and bite me.

Me: Ha ha. Well, if it helps you feel better, I'm in a much better mood than I would be if you hadn't come to visit. Also, I promise I won't bite you.

So there you have it. My blog sucks because I'm a subdued old dog.


Boxer said...

not as bad as mine. it's nearly gone.

I'm sorry about the model, but being quiet is always bad.

Amber said...

maybe you should get a motorcycle - no one could say you were subdued if you had a motorcycle