There's really not one reason. More like a landfill of excuses.
Our dog got run over by the mailman.
Yes you just read that right. Our yellow lab was backed over by the mailman.
We don't like him much. The mailman, not Lager the yellow lab.
Although Lager does have a bad habit of chasing cars. Especially mail type cars. I'm not even going into detail on how much he tortured our old UPS driver in the past. The poor, poor Young's medical supply driver? He's happy his crotch stayed intact. But his pants had a nasty tear in them that they passed all over the office. Or so I'm told.
I'm just saying Lager does have a bad habit, but he's never been too much of a threat to anyone.
The poor thing, he didn't deserve to get his head, shoulder and neck run over. Did he?
Look here he's just watching over baby raccoons.
To make a long story a bit shorter, Lager lived.
Yes he now lives with an ever growing dent in his head, but he's fine.
Maybe another reason could just be this:
The deer named "Goat" who thinks he's a dog. A dog who needs a bottle twice a day.
And yes a dog named "Earl" who can go from a total tornado to limp baby in 3 seconds flat. He has short mans syndrome. When the kids are doing their school work we deal with these goobers...
Then I have a husband who does this for no reason:
Behold the pitcher of brewing tea....
Every tea bag tag has a comment on it. "Pull the rope!"
"Tell my wife I love her"
"Our Father Who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name..."
"Ahhhh I can't swim!"
You get the picture, right?
So today, because it's Thursday and Thursday is the only day I have to work this week...
What? It's Friday?
Huh, so it is!
Well then I better get to bed, we have tractor pulls tomorrow!
Don't let the bed bugs bite.
If they bite tonight, squeeze them tight.
So they don't bite tomorrow night!
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