I gave myself the weekend to feel like shit, and now the self pity is over (for all intents and purposes). I'm moving on.
So, I burned myself on a bagel this morning. Not the toaster. The actual bagel. While cream cheesing it up, I let my thumb linger too long on it, and I literally got burned. Sesame seeds can retain some goddamn heat, I'll tell ya.
Maybe I can ice my burn down with a little bit of the 20 inches of snow that has fallen in the last 6 minutes! Boy, do I love a good snow day. I can't work in the snow. Well, it's not so much that I can't. It's that I choose not to. So instead, I'll just harness up Floyd and take him for a nice walk.
We both get cabin fever in the winter time. He needs to get out more. So do I, but that's besides the point. He needs so much room to run around, and I just don't have it here. There isn't even a dog park in the area that he could use. Not that it would do any good. He has a tendency of......what's the phrase I'm looking for here? It's right on the tip of my tongue. Oh. Yeah....... He has a tendency of trying to kill other dogs. He goes right for their throats. Just latches on and goes to town! I'm starting to wonder if he may have a behavioral problem (ya think?).
He just adores the snow, though. He prances around in it like a ballet dancer.
He's such a homo.