Have a leg while you're at it...
Okay, so the new Sonicare toothbrushes, the tricked out ones with the UV sanitzers, are close to $200 And the awesome compact Waterpiks w/ all of the rad attachments is close to $70. I'm a HUGE fan of oral hygiene, but is it really necessary to make the price both an arm AND a leg?
Just a thought. That's all.
In other news, the wolves are massive. And taking over the house. Seriously. What they say goes. There is no arguing with a 150lb wolf, whom if you disagree with him, he merely pounces on you and then proceeds to just lay on top of you until you scream uncle. Literally. After I yell uncle, he usually gets off and then hits me with his nose. But he's still a baby. After the horrid storm the other day, there were mud puddles EVERYWHERE in the yard. And he just had to play in them. So, he'd jump in one and splash water all over me. So, I jumped back and splashed him. And we proceeded to do this back and forth, taking turns, in every single puddle in the front yard. When we finally came back to the front porch we both looked like wet dogs. And both had that same innocent, "S/he started it," look shot at mom.
I honestly don't know how I'm going to leave him here. And I know no apartment is going to allow me keep a 150-180lb wolf/shepherd mix in a townhouse.
Oh, yeah, and dear diary, I really need to get laid. Chick flicks actually appeal to me now. There's just something deeply wrong when I watch 27 Dresses and find sentiment in it. Although, to be perfectly honest, James Marsden is just yummy. He looks like the frat boy I used to date. The one Shane referred to as the missing link. He really wasn't at all intelligent. I was shocked he could tie his shoe laces. But he cleaned up nicely and at the end of the day that's what mattered at 23.
Just a thought. That's all.
In other news, the wolves are massive. And taking over the house. Seriously. What they say goes. There is no arguing with a 150lb wolf, whom if you disagree with him, he merely pounces on you and then proceeds to just lay on top of you until you scream uncle. Literally. After I yell uncle, he usually gets off and then hits me with his nose. But he's still a baby. After the horrid storm the other day, there were mud puddles EVERYWHERE in the yard. And he just had to play in them. So, he'd jump in one and splash water all over me. So, I jumped back and splashed him. And we proceeded to do this back and forth, taking turns, in every single puddle in the front yard. When we finally came back to the front porch we both looked like wet dogs. And both had that same innocent, "S/he started it," look shot at mom.
I honestly don't know how I'm going to leave him here. And I know no apartment is going to allow me keep a 150-180lb wolf/shepherd mix in a townhouse.
Oh, yeah, and dear diary, I really need to get laid. Chick flicks actually appeal to me now. There's just something deeply wrong when I watch 27 Dresses and find sentiment in it. Although, to be perfectly honest, James Marsden is just yummy. He looks like the frat boy I used to date. The one Shane referred to as the missing link. He really wasn't at all intelligent. I was shocked he could tie his shoe laces. But he cleaned up nicely and at the end of the day that's what mattered at 23.