Wait, Wait,…Smoothies, Little Filthy is a racist, eating out.
1. So, Boss and I went to see the recording of “Wait, Wait, Don’t Tell Me” which airs on National Public Radio. I bought the tickets to take my father as a Father’s Day gift but he was unable to go so Boss agreed to go with me. Gwen Ifill was the guest caller (she moderated the vice presidential debate where what’s his name brought up Dick Cheney’s gay daughter)- she made a rather snide comment about Star Jones’ weave which was the high point of the show.. Also, Peter Sagal does not like Paula Poundstone. You can’t tell on air but it is much more evident in person. Mo Rocca was also there. Right before the show, Boss decided that everyone in the room had either 1) been in the band or 2) been a member of the chess club. At the start of the show, Peter Sagal said that a demographic study showed that most NPR listeners were not very socially accepted in high school. Boss was practically declaring victory. She’s quite astute. When we first started dating, Boss reassured me that, despite our differences, she liked me…because, as she said it, “I like dorks.” And there you have it.
2. I discovered at the dog park, to my great dismay, that Little Filthy needs to spend much more time around black people. Suffice to say I was rather humiliated at his behavior and had to speak to him about how he is a mixed race, I am a mixed race, his mommy is a white cracker and other people are different races and all of that is good. I mean, all I’m saying is that I don’t think a half Mexican, half Chinese dog has anything to say about it, if you know what I mean. I’m just saying.

Just a random attorney writing about daily life with Little Filthy, my rotten dog.