Well, I can’t think of a whole hell of a lot to update you with. Morpheus is still a boy, although he tends to hump girl dogs only 33.3% of the time. The other one-third is spent humping male dogs, and the final third is split between my leg and whoever walks in the door. I’ve been trying to ask him which way he swings, but he just won’t tell me. Or we could just paper-rock-scissor for it, though Morpheus lacks opposable thumbs, so I’m not sure that he could play. On second thought, I just acted out all of the paper-rock-scissor combos, and there are no thumbs involved. Come back soon for the Paper-Rock-Scissor-On-Morpheus-and-his-preference battle. And I’ll be damned if there isn’t already a PaperRockScissor.com website already registered. I could have come up with some pretty funny shit for that.
On the home front, the countdown is on for roomie-arrival-day, which is tentatively scheduled for July 29. I think we’re going to hafta do a house-warming party, aka come and get tanked for the hell of it, sometime in August. I may be headed to Vegas (no, not to get married, you condescending fool…I’ve already done that, remember?) for the second week of August, but if you think you’d be interested in attending the party (and/or Vegas), drop me a note and I’ll see about adding you to the guest list. No guarantees, though (except for Vegas).
Come to think of it, that was a fairly decent update. And now, I think I’ll make a Run For the Border ™. I’m starving and there are double decker tacos and mexi-melt burritoes just around the corner.
Fuck yeah.