At work today:
Me: Ok, tell the rest of the story in your own words, but keep it clean for the classroom. Please.”
Student: You mean leave out fuck, sex, penis and clammy?”
Me *thinking*: CLAMMY? How does he know that’s disgusting!?
Am I half dog? Cos I wag my feet when I get excited.
— I honestly said that just now.
I guess I had a party last night!? (of which I remember about five minutes)
My friend Buddy’s here for a few days and is, as always, camera in hand. He took this WICKED picture of Dexter!
Caption: Dexter doesn’t want me to work.
Photo by Liam Morgan liammmmorgan
Took Dexter to “Astro’s Park” for the first time yesterday. Let him run in all the same places & guided him through the bizarre bomb shelter exercisers (you remember the big hill in the middle & the women doing that THRUST move to the speeded up acid version of “I’m A Barbie Girl”) and there was even someone ‘meditating’ (trippin out) in the abortion tree!
I have no great skills. I am only passionately curious.
