quickie

Had an interesting weekend. Not interesting in the sense that anything spectacular happened or even anything remotely close to spectacular. The little animal that we allow to live in our house decided to eat some food not intentioned for her little grubby mouth. Being home alone, it was up to me to live with the repercussions.

These included: navigating a minefield of brown feces which lay haphazardly over the floor and running to open the door whenever the little animal started getting antsy and hopping from one paw to the next. Being the loving and considerate guy I am, I stayed in on a Saturday night to take care of the little one. Rented The Inside Man which nearly threatened to put me into a coma. My reward? Waking up on Sunday to find shit sprayed all over the fukin place. The little darling even pissed all over my classic Nikes. What a weekend.

By the way, if you find a grey mini-schnauzer running around the Thornhill neighbourhood, rest assured it is not my animal. My animal is safely playing in the backyard I like to call...Canada.


peace.