Sunday, March 31, (Easter) 2002
11:01 AM
I've had a stomach thing going on. It started yesterday morning. It worried me seeing how my dad had to go to the ER the other day for his stomach thing. So I asked Dad if his thing started out really small and then escalated slowly (that's what mine was doing). Let me try to remember his response to the best of my recollection: "I don't know about you," he said, "but mine started out very small and then blossomed within 20 minutes to an inexplicable throbbing pain where I was cursing God and hoping to die." Something like that.
I wasn't in that much pain. In fact, I was feeling OK. I didn't feel like eating though. I ate a tangerine, and then decided to go hike Lower Bells. So I started driving up there. I'm halfway up and decide maybe Buddha would want to come. So I go back and get Buddha. I'm more than halfway up when I start to smell something and realize Buddha has his infamous "butt problem" and has smeared it all over my shirt (he was moving around on my lap), my pants and my car's upholstery. So I have to turn around AGAIN and get Buddha the heck out of my car and change my clothes. I lost all motivation to go back so I read instead.
(Buddha is the dog by the way)
4 comments:
buddha and his knobs.
*chuckle chuckle chuckle BARF* And if Buddha were human...worse...
I bet you won't make that mistake twice.
Your dad's description is like mine describing labor. YOU WANT TO DIE. Until the epidural.
Lisa,
I heard Shia LeBeouf mention his dog's "butt crayon" on Letterman last week and knew EXACTLY what he was talking about.
Ilene,
No, I won't make that mistake again. Especially now that Buddha is in doggy heaven. Barking at intruders and chasing little kids down the street.
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