Two small random whatnots.
Tonight for dinner, I made filets, lobster tails, asparagus and potatoes. Filet, asparagus, potatoes, good. Lobster? Right, then. Boss and I swore off lobster for the next ten years. It did not go well.
This morning, as I was getting ready for work, I heard some huffing and puffing. I stuck my head outside the bathroom and saw Little Filthy, rearing his head up and down, a pair of panties on his head.
I should not be proud of him.
I know this.
Just a random attorney writing about daily life with Little Filthy, my rotten dog.