One more day is needed until I am recovered from the week ‘o not-awesome. I got to spent last night with my buddy Stacey and it totally made up for bird poo on my tofu and other assorted things that also suck.
But it also means that I spent yesterday having fun and not writing.
Like, make you gasp for breath hilarious. Like, you might pee a little hilarious. Like, make you laugh so hard that your chest will seize up and you’ll be all “Lord, Jesus, it’s the big one, Elizabeth, I’m comin’!”*
So go and read her. But then come back here tomorrow.
Because tomorrow there shall be tales of s’mores and besties and Buffy and good times.
But nothing as awesome as this story. (If you own a dog, read it. Now. RIGHT NOW. GO!!!)
Edit: I almost forgot. You need to also read “The God of Cake” and “The Year Kenny Loggins Ruined Christmas.” If you do nothing else today but eat Cheetos and maybe have a poo, you NEED to read those stories.
*Love and kisses for anyone who knows what I’m referring to here. And remember, Jesus hates cheaters who Google.