My back, Fresh Express, and…flowers.
1. I woke up with a bit of a sore back two days ago. This is odd for me because a) I never have a sore back and b) I have one of those foam mattresses that is supposed to make you feel like you slept on a bosom. (I might add that nothing quite replicates a bosom and so women need not fear replacement by temperpedic.) I went to bed last night and hoped I wouldn’t wake again with the same problem. At some point in the middle of the night, I woke up from a deep sleep. I was sleeping on my stomach. And you know what? Little Filthy was sleeping on my back.
What the hell?
2. Today, Fresh Express stuck her head in Instigator’s office and proclaimed, “SWEET DREAMS!” Instigator was, naturally, confused by this. Turns out she was talking about an upcoming business trip for all of the attorneys. What this has to do, specifically, with the trip is still a mystery. Everything she says is related not to the thing itself but more to its …penumbra or shadow. Quite vague. Instigator leaned over the table at lunch a few times and blurted out, “Sweet dreams! What the hell does that mean?!”
3. I had dinner tonight with a beautiful woman. While there is much to say about heated moments that make your skin go tight, there is also something to be said about holding a woman’s fingers like the stems of flowers and finding her just as beautiful.
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Just a random attorney writing about daily life with Little Filthy, my rotten dog.
March 4th, 2008 at 10:16 pm
I had this really vivid dream once where everything smelled like poop. In my dream, I’d open windows or turn around, checked my shoes… but the smell of poop was inescapable. When I woke up, Sid’s butt was on my pillow. Now we make him sleep at the foot of the bed.
March 5th, 2008 at 12:01 am
That was…a wise decision.
March 5th, 2008 at 1:08 am
You slept on your bosom replica, and little filthy slept on you… hmmmm… maybe little filthy needs a girlfriend
March 5th, 2008 at 7:14 am
Hi, Dadshouse,
I hadn’t thought of that. He placed an ad on eHarmony.com. I hope this solves the issue.
R.
March 5th, 2008 at 8:54 am
1 – I’ve often wondered about those beds. I use one of their pillows and an eye cover. Yes. I know. I use an eye cover. I am I bovvod?
2 – This person just gets more and more bizarre every story you tell. Now I’m concerned. Sweet dreams is something you would hear in a horror movie. Not a “bon voyage”replacement.
3 – Sounds like a successful date
I have to say. Reading Avitania’s comment… I couldn’t stop laughing. Worst dog dream ever.
March 5th, 2008 at 9:15 am
Uh hold up – Kala has her sights on LF. She’s decided she doesn’t care that he isn’t a purebred. She’ll be crushed that he’s on eHarmony
March 5th, 2008 at 9:19 am
Lynchseattle:
1. *snicker* I’m not bovvered!
2. The trip is not until July, either. See how weird this all is?
3. Life is good.
And hell yeah, that’s a bad dog dream. I’m afraid that I’ll be incorporating it into my own dreams having just read about it.
March 5th, 2008 at 9:22 am
Bev,
Kala has made no move to re-initiate contact with Little Filthy since earlier spurning him for being the product of miscegenation. Being the Harry Potter fan that he is, he feels that Kala, in essence, called him a Mudblood.
He is, however, willing to re-consider if Kala will let him do her doggy style.
These are his demands.
March 5th, 2008 at 9:29 am
I suspect that Kala might be a bit of a slut although she wasn’t giving it up willingly for Tania’s dog Sid (of the poop dreams). I think, though, that with the enticement of food, she could be swayed.
March 5th, 2008 at 9:40 am
Little Filthy appreciates her discerning tastes and agrees.
He also forewarns Kala that he is an exhibitionist but has come up with the plausible excuse that Kala is sick and he is pushing her to the hospital.
March 5th, 2008 at 3:48 pm
Ha. I think Fresh Express is trying to tell them they’ve just been booked at conference in Antarctica or something. HYSTERICAL. And your back…and little filthy! See??? … this is why this blog is so great people!
Tight skin? That’s kind of weird. Was it the skin on your face? Or in your … nevermind.
March 5th, 2008 at 6:56 pm
Ms. Single Mama,
I rather think you like making me blush.