Getting Excited and Peeing A Little

So the other day I saw this dog and it was little and cute and I started to pet it and the dog got so excited about the attention it just up and peed a little.

Just a little. Not too much at all. Just enough to say, "Hey, I'm really happy you stopped to say hello and I'm expressing that expelling a small amount of my bladder. Did I mention I love you?"

This led me to ponder several things:
a) Should I be flattered or disgusted that I made a dog so happy it peed a little?
b) What would I do if when my dog got excited she peed a little? Would I still love her? I think I might never pet for fear of constantly smelling like urine.
c) How do you keep a clean house if you have a dog that pees a little when excited? What happens if you have an exceptionally happy dog? Does having a happy dog then turn into a curse because the dog pees a little every time it's happy? Would your life turn into a constant "stream" (yeah, that pun was intended) of pet urine remover and Brawny? If you had a dog that peed a little when happy would you deprive them of squeaky hamburgers in an attempt to keep them sad and dry?
d) What would happen if people peed a little when they got excited?? Here are some examples:

"The pizza guy is here! And I'm so excited about my pepperoni pizza I just peed a little!"
"I just won fifty dollars. It's so great I just peed a little."
"The orthodontist told me my braces can come off and I'm so excited I'll finally be able to get a date that I just peed a little!"

Ok, so maybe if you were a person who peed a little when excited you wouldn't necessarily announce it so much as buy yourself a package of depends.

For whatever reason I am really intrigued by this concept of happiness/excitement and peeing a little.

I'm really glad I'm not a dog and that I can control my bladder in happiness.

However, there is something to be said for being so happy you just can't "contain" yourself. But there is also something to be said for not smelling like pee.

Wouldn't it be funny if people peed when happy? You certainly couldn't hide it. Or fake it. Ha. It would probably make people a lot more honest. Examples:

"That's really great, honey. But not great enough to make me a pee a little."
"I just can't lie. I should let you know I'm really excited, as you can see...I just peed a little."

Really, all I wanted to accomplish with this post was to say "pee a little/peed a little" as much as possible. I think its a really funny combination of words.

Hope your day was so great you would pee a little if it were socially acceptable.

I Got Tagged, Art School Style

So, I got tagged to post a piece of art work. Here it is. I hope it works. I'm not too blog/posting saavy so I'm not 100% sure how to post pictures, but I'll give it my best shot. And since, to my knowledge the only people who read my blog have already been tagged. I tag no one.




This is a picture of a horse I painted. I like horses. For some reason this horse is blue and purple. Go figure. It would be fun if horses were blue and purple, also if they had wings.

The Mystery Of the Multiplying Black Socks/I Hate Hair Cuts/I Also Hate Boys in Pick-Up Trucks

So I need to talk about something. Because honestly I am quite worried and disturbed.

So I have socks. I had maybe 6 or 7 pairs of white socks. And 2 pairs of black socks. And one pair of Halloween socks I wear to buy myself one more day to not do my laundry. If I'm wearing my Halloween socks and it's June...chances are they were the only clean pair I had and I that have a date with a wash machine and a can of Tide the next day.

I wash my socks of course.

And I've noticed that lately that through the laundry process my number of black pairs of socks has increased while my white pairs of socks have significantly decreased.

Don't believe me?

At last count I have 6 pairs of black socks. And 1 pair of white socks.

I have no idea how this happened.

I was and am so disturbed by this event that it's taken me a while to come forward and talk about. But last week when I had three pairs of white socks, and this week when I somehow ended up with only one, I knew I had to come forward.

I know I can't be getting my laundry mixed up with my family's. We all do our own laundry...mine goes from my body, to my hamper in my room, to the machine downstairs, back into my hamper, and then into my drawers.

HOW OH HOW DID THIS HAPPEN????

Not that I have anything against black socks. But dude...this whole situation has me kinda freaked.

Has anyone else experienced this phenomenon?

Please tell me I am not alone. I mean, I've heard of socks disappearing and a sock losing it's mate in the great void of the dryer....but multiplying pairs of black socks??? Disappearing pairs of white socks????

HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?????

I'm afraid if I go buy more white socks I could somehow end up with 12 pairs of orange socks.

I don't know what to do. I've never felt more alone, lost, or confused. Damn you socks. Damn you.


Anyway. In other news...

I'm alive.

I haven't written in a while for whatever reason. Sometimes the day just gets away from me. Maybe it's just that I haven't had anything important to say. (Aren't you glad my socks came along to change that?)