Wednesday, August 06, 2014
Maybe I'll just go back to bed
Those are the headlines from WRAL.com a the moment. Personal information in jeopardy, but yay for steakhouse nommies IF you happen to survive the dreaded blue-green (why not just call it teal?) algae or possible rabies or rampaging 12-year-olds brandishing a shiv or freaking EBOLA.
Never mind about those gigantic sinkholes opening up in Siberia as a result of the Earth getting the burps.
It's getting so I don't want to leave the house anymore. At least in here I'm pretty sure we don't have rabies, algae, murderous tweens, or sinkholes. Don't have a steakhouse, either, which is kind of sad.
Played 'Cards Against Humanity' with a young couple the other night after we fed them dinner.
He used to be my pastor.
Should we have played Bridge instead?
I have a friend who is very active in dog rescue, and she keeps putting pictures of adorable lab puppies (her organization of choice is geared toward Labs) on her FB page. It's a terrible thing to do, wouldn't you agree? All those people who are her friends see these cute lil' puppies and read the pleadings to help foster them and have to live with the GUILT of not doing so. Mean trick to play on some one you call 'friend,' right?
(Truth - It's so tempting to foster a puppy. The committment is short-term, generally, so none of this 'watching them grow old' garbage that's such a pain. Very tempting indeed. But still a nefarious method of introducing the possibility, I'm sure you would agree.)
So. Word of warning. If you and I are FB buddies, do NOT get involved with rescues or other noble pursuits and them start putting up pictures of the cuteness that needs a little love, because I will then think you are a meanie too, and you don't want that, do you?
Glad we had this little talk. Tiff out.