Thursday, October 20, 2005

I was supposed to go camping with the guys a couple of weekends ago, but it was threatening rain, and I was feeling old and out of shape, and after much annoying vacillation and hair-pulling, I bailed. Last night Theron told me a story of what happened that weekend that had me very, very glad I bailed. It's tempting to go into details, because I haven't laughed that hard in I don't know how long. But it's also the most revolting story I've heard ever. And I do mean ever.

I will tell you this much: If anyone ever again asks me when Christie and I are going to get a dog, I will tell them the story of Chaco and a Most Disagreeable Breakfast. As long as nobody's eating.

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