Hey, March. What’s going on? You’re a little late this year, but I’m cool with it if you are. And hey, way to go, rockin’ St. Patrick’s Day on a Saturday. That is some first-class lookin’ out.
The most amazing thing about The Amazing Race is that it’s still on television.
You can’t be clever all the time. You just can’t. I lied. You can be. But I hear it’s exhausting.
If I stay tuned for news at 11, NBC 6 promises to tell me why sleeping with my pets may be hazardous to my health. I sleep with everyone except for Charlie. (He’s two feet from my head and close enough to bathe my pillow in bird dust). The dog, I choose to sleep with. The cat hops in after everyone else is asleep. I use Parker as a pillow. He’s a warm, soft, delightful pillow. There’s a feisty melee of reasons why NBC 6 might think my pet-filled sleep is hazardous to my health; I’m not staying tuned, so I guess we’ll never know. I’ve identified the primary cause of my dog slumber trepidation. I’m a drooler. And waking up to a face-full of saliva-soaked dog hair is disgusting.