No. I think the correct term is stalling.
So the other day Ty, also known as bubby, was looking a little chilly-- yes, he is a fat, black lab. Yes, he was inside. *shhh* I can have my fun, can't I?-- so I (being the loving sister I am) wrapped a scarf around his fat, furry neck. Of course, Ty wasn't thrilled, but I was just trying to do a good deed. ^_^ And how could I wrap him up in a scarf without taking a picture? (Answer): I can't.
So today was a pretty boring day. Nothing unusual has happened... yet. I'm watching and waiting, because there hasn't been a day in my life where something uncanny has not occurred.
I am bruised... by Munchkin. He bites me "x" number of times and I tell him no "x" number of times. He may be a baby and have itsy bitsy teeth, but let me tell you those teeth are like knives... showing no mercy. Ah, battle scars.
Do you know what sounds absolutely divine to me right now? Chocolate chip cookies. They're the most scrumptious treats ever. Now I shall tell you a random story of the life of a dear chocolate cookie of mine:
His name was Fred. Yes, Fred. Why did I name him Fred? Don't ask. Fred was a small fry (er, cookie). As he basked in the sun that was streaming through the kitchen window, while lying on a cookie sheet (*heehee*) I followed his sweet scent and floated over to the island in which he was laying on. I poured myself a glass of milk and dunked him. Yes, I dunked Fred in a glass of milk. But that's not the best part. After the dunking, comes the eating. Fred was the best cookie I ever ate.
Now comes the moral of my story: Don't name your cookies, cause that's just weird.
I don't know about you, but I'm pumped to see what 2011 is going to bring! What sort of curve ball will I have to [attempt] to catch this year? It's like a thrilling movie where you're sitting on the edge of your seat *bites nails*.
I shall leave you with this epic, random quote: "Do a good deed in Canada, not the zoo." --Lauren Barlow
