Random Esquire

I admit to eating those Fla-vor Ice things - those foot long frozen sticks of sugar water that are something like twelve for a dollar. Boss gives me a look every time I eat one. For the record, women have about a hundred looks and all but one of them means, “Stop what you’re doing right now.” This is because every time I eat a Fla-vor Ice, I choke and cough. There’s something in them that irritates my throat. I brought some in our cooler to the movie in the park one time and when I pulled one out, she almost hit it out of my hand.

Little Filthy was smelling like a corn chip so he got a bath today. Now he’s puppy chow fresh again. He’s curled up in the crook of Boss’s legs. I just reached over and put my cold Fla-vor Ice hand on his stomach and his eyes shot open…and then he lifted his leg and demanded a tummy rub. He’s forgiving; I’ll give him that.

Boss got a new laptop. If it had an income, I might be replaced.