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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Puppies.

What more need to be said? They are incredibly cute, fun and a great time. Until they don't lose energy and you are trying to write/apply for jobs/watch a movie/eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich at which point they become the spawn of Satan. Figuratively, of course.

My new roommate has a puppy. She's by and large awesome, well behaved and thankfully small. However, she's also eight months old and has the stamina and energy of a perpetual motion machine. She also happens to like my dirty laundry, which stands in the open due to lack of closet space.

Children are going to drive me bonkers one day.

-Dan

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