Monday, May 22, 2006

Stairs and my underwear

...are Gatsby's two newest passions. He runs up the stairs and then barks until I go to a step about three down from where he is and encourage him to come down them on his own. It's about the damn cutest thing ever.

Much cuter than his other discovery, my underwear. I'm in the middle of doing laundry, watching Woody Allen's Anything Else and in prances Gatsby with my red lace underwear in his mouth like he's just found the Holy Grail and really wants my admiration for his discovery.

I'm thankful I didn't have company.

I closed the laundry room door and he's currently bashing his head into it trying to gain access to the Emerald City.


wignifty said...

My turtles do the same thing with my underwear. It sucks because they're snappers and my undies already have enough holes in them.

wignifty said...

*Inappropriate Alert**

Incidentally, I almost spit out my water when I saw the title of this entry. I don't have my contacts on and I could have sworn it said...

"Stains and my underwear"

I'm sorry. I am not a sick man. I am merely a man without contacts in.

Kelly said...

See, that'll learn you to surf while half blind. Pervert.

How much longer do you have before school is done?

wignifty said...

We're done on the 7th. I am insanely jealous of you right now...

But, on the bright side, this Friday the 8th grade is going on a canoe trip (me included) and on the 6th we're all going to Valleyfair! I can't wait to fall off a roller-coaster!