Since I have spent the last 24 hours (and was up until 3 am last night with insomnia- also lending to my current emotional state), once again treating my blog's ailing identity crisis, I naturally felt compelled to take to the blogosphere for a little bit of entertainment.
Mistake #1: the 3rd, and most fatal, glass of Chardonnay. Once the pork tenderloin and made-from-scratch mashed taters stopped flowing... so should have the wine.
Mistake #2: opening up my laptop and work email to respond to an "uber important" message from ethis afternoon, that in reality could have waited until tomorrow.
Mistake #3: The most fateful mishap of the evening, mistake #3, began with a diversion. A previously open window glared at me from my desktop. I had to do it. I needed to revisit my current muse and re-read the stories of Copernicus and Rabittens. I ended spending the next 2 hours cross referencing blogs (and laughing a lot) until finally arriving at this: husband to one. father to three. stranger to millions.
To be fair, this blog only first caught my attention based on the fact that it was authored by a married man with children and the subject matter of the most recent post. Apparently some family in some far off land (I think it was New York), rescused this poor little critter who had undergone some kind of neglect involving a 10 food chain and sharing his dirty water bowl with some farm-grown rats. Telling Dad captivated me with the gazillions of photos of the precious little mutt and the adoring way he refers to his wife, quietly indicating that she's the real hero in this dog's rescue. So I read, and read.... and read a while longer. And then with a little bit of cross-referencing frenzy I dug up this jewel in Telling Dad's crown:
Needless to say I sobbed through the entire post and read through at least half of the comments. If I'd gone for glass #4 I would have added "just let her sleep in your bed" to the list (but I am also feeling rather shy tonight).
Read it and weep, my friends.
P.S. As I laughed hysterically and then wept into my empty wine glass, T sat beside my stupified and finally asked me if blogging was now going to become an actual hobby. I informed him that, no, infact, internet cross referencing is my hobby and has been for a few years now (thanks to Wikipedia). Married 3 months and he still has so much to learn! :)
P.S. As I laughed hysterically and then wept into my empty wine glass, T sat beside my stupified and finally asked me if blogging was now going to become an actual hobby. I informed him that, no, infact, internet cross referencing is my hobby and has been for a few years now (thanks to Wikipedia). Married 3 months and he still has so much to learn! :)
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