OT: and now for some comic relief

I just made a smart-a** remark about Charlie Sheen on Bette’s *****fest thread, but now that I think about it, I’m not too tightly wrapped myself at times (Maria will claim that it’s all the time). And yesterday I felt like I was 57 going on 5 years old. For example:   I had a lovely little visit with my GYN yesterday morning (she calls it “the annual torture.").  After my appointment, I went to Wal-Mart and then Lowe’s. I bought an accent lamp at Lowe’s to replace the one in my study that finally fell apart after being knocked over by my dogs at least 9 million times. When I got home, I was hungry but I had to unpack and set up the lamp (who knows why) before I ate lunch. The temper tantrum started while I was trying to get the f**king cellophane wrapping off the shade while the dogs clamored for my attention. It continued when I couldn’t get the finial to screw on. It escalated when I plugged the lamp in, turned the switch several times, and got no light. I tried another outlet. No good. I carried the lamp across the room to yet another outlet, with way too much canine assistance, plugged it in, and no light. I was so frustrated (and remember, hungry) that I literally screamed. Then I happened to look inside the shade.   No light bulb.   Then I had lunch. All better then.   This morning’s show brought to you by Jean McMillan of 9 Dogs Howling Productions, where even the tiniest incident is dramatized in full costume and at high volume for your viewing and listening pleasure.   Thanks for joining us this morning, and stay tuned for the next episode of As the Stomach Turns.

You put a smile on my face.  Don't you love how the pups always want to help?  hee hee

 And they're SUCH a big help. Here's Grammy on her knees trying to insert the plug into the outlet the right way (danged polarized outlets!), with Berry on the left and Meg on the right, both of them saying, "Here, we'll lick your ears so you'll feel better," (I hate ear-licking even more than I hate toe-licking) and Jinx with his front paws on my butt, saying, "Just stay right there for 20-30 minutes while I use you as a window seat."

You just verified the saying "one think better on a full stomach"..thanks for the laugh.

Moments like that keep us going :)

(((hugs)))

Swoosh

OMG....I'm picturing that all happening in my head.   Thanks for the smile!!

Jean that cracks me up and I'm glad I'm not the only one who does things like that. Yesterday I rented a rug-doctor to clean the bedroom carpet. After reading the directions, boiling water sending my husband to the store for vinegar, I thought I was ready.

I turned it on started to clean and no water comes out. Took it apart had my huband read the tiny print and tried again. Still no water. I was mad, went to the living room got the cordless phone (all with the help of an 11mnt old puppy) and called the 800# whil waiting for an answer I saw the BIG red button in front of my face that said push for soultion. Hung up quick and cleaned the carpet. Turned out better than the pros.

Karen

  Your words painted the funniest pictures in my head!  Thanks for the smiles!!!

Oh Jean... you're too much.  Thank you for brightening my day.