I’ll be brief:

Today was so annoying, it was like it was trying to win a freaking contest or something.

When something pisses me off, I make a decision: deal with it decisively or quit thinking about it. If I decide to quit thinking about it, then I have to honor the pact with myself to actually quit thinking about it or I just get myself all angrified again. Somedays that system doesn’t work as well as other days, and today was one of them.

I think the besst part was when I got home, and it was like Elmer sensed the craptasticness emanating from me. Instead of barking at me like a madman like he usually does as he tells me about his day (“And then I saw a cat, and I was really brave, and I stared at him across the yard and then he kept on walking past the pool, and then I saw a scorpion, and I barked at it for a while, and then I found one of my dog bones and chewed on that for a while…”), he just came and sat by my feet and let me pet him until I started to feel better, which mysteriously coincided with a glass of Red Velvet wine appearing mysteriously in my hand.

The cool thing about having a basset hound is that, when you feel crappy, they sit next to you and look extremely sympathetic.

Everyone should be issued a basset hound at birth.

© E. Stocking Evans 2014