maybe no playing with flame today
i’m a good person, i’m a good person, i’m a good person. and maybe if i keep telling myself that, i’ll get over the fact that i didn’t get any sleep last night, my house smells like basset hound, and i feel a bit like a criminal.
my hubby and i rescued two basset hounds who were running in the street last night. they spent the night in our kitchen (hence the smell) trying relentlessly to escape (hence no sleep). we took them to our area shelter this morning (after no hits on craigslist and other sites for lost animals) and had to wait (!) almost an hour in line just to do a good deed. then they needed our licenses to process our request (hence the criminal part). they were reallly sweet and–thank goodness–housebroken, and i know we did a good deed, but i burned through a ton of goodwill on the part of my husband and 2 dogs.
the worst part? other than the smell? i’m exhausted and fumbling around, even with coffee, so how am i supposed to play with my new butane torch today without losing a digit? argh! no good deed…
ps. if you know anyone in riverside, ca looking for their two bassets, they’re at the riverside animal shelter