So...right now I've been attacked by the PMS monster. My leg hurts...my back hurts...I feel bloated...and I'm glad my desk chair has adjustible arm rests because my ASS FEELS LIKE IT'S EXPANDING AS I TYPE.
*sigh*
So...despite my best wants to the contrary...I ate a gigantenormous number of mini-donuts last night. If you're from Chicago...Butternut mini "gems" as they used to be called are a classic. In their yellow happy paper bag full of powdery or chocolately goodness. Thing is...whenever the mini donut craving hits I want powdered AND chocolate covered and it's all I can do to not sit down and eat both bags.
Well...lucky for me I have a dog.
I left my bag of powdered mini-donuts momentarily unattended...and the next thing I know Rerun is running around the living room with a donut bag on his head bumping into things like a deranged pinball.
My yell of..."AAAAAAAHHHH....my donuts!" brought Tim out of the dining room to fish the bag off of Rerun's head and give him a good..."No...no...baddoggie!"
Rerun slunk around on the floor...as is his usual response...and then submissively rolled over to show his belly.
He had powdered sugar all around his nose. Are there doggie coke addicts?
Anyway...I just couldn't be mad at him. He saved me from 1300 calories of mini donuts...and made me smile.
