Saturday SlobberLove

Sometimes on Saturday, after an upsetting early morning upchuck and an unwarranted attack by a dragonfly the size of a bi-plane and a terrifying run-in with the crazy Paul Bunyan lookalike guy who rides his bike on the sidewalk with no regard for our stature and gait and a VERY close call with a boiling water spill from the tea pot, we feel like the whole wide world is conspiring against us and we wonder if anything in our life will ever be easy again.

And then we hear our parents talking about the death of Neil Armstrong and we aren’t 100% sure what they’re saying but, if we move our ears exactly 3.5 inches back in order to be upwind from the words that they’re sharing we realize that we have nothing to complain about really and we start to feel like a ninny for grousing about what we perceive as the rigors of our day. And we take a REAL GOOD LOOK inside ourselves, brother, and we make a decision RIGHT THEN AND THERE, that because of the shining example of Neil Armstrong, we are going to be BRAVER and we are going to be STRONGER and we are going to live out the rest of our blessed life as if we were not even the slightest bit poopy pants terrified of wayward, loud poodles or menacing wind-carried plastic bags.

Here’s To Being Moon Courageous,
The Hound of the Barkervilles

4 Comments on "Saturday SlobberLove"

  1. Catalyst says:

    And one handsome dude he is.

  2. You took the words right out of my mouth, Coop.

  3. The Zadge says:

    Even the Mayor is afraid of those windward plastic bags.

    And? Those ears should be in the Smithsonian.

  4. Cupcake Murphy says:

    He’s a thinker.