Conversations with Besos: A lot of WTF, Stomping and Blank Face.
1. On Friday, Little Filthy went to the vet for a check-up. He got microchipped. I mentioned this to Besos.
She said it sounded like a good idea. And that she was going to consider getting me microchipped as well.
WTF.
2. I told Besos today, “You need a husband.”
She said, “Oh, yeah, I guess. Whatever. Did you see American Idol tonight?”
*stomp!*
3. So. I told Besos I was in love. Here’s how it went.
I screwed up my face and called up my courage and said, “I’m in love with you.”
You know what she said?
She said:
“I know.”
*Blank Face*
Just a random attorney writing about daily life with Little Filthy, my rotten dog.