My Dogs and Seafood

My dogs are spoiled little a**holes that only maintain existence and rank within my household by being painfully cute. I mean that sometimes they are so cute it hurts your heart a little, and suddenly it does not matter that they spilled their food all over the kitchen floor because they refuse to share the two dishes or that Woody in an act of defiance and rebellion ruined the foam dog bed by hiking his leg on it. No, all they have to do is lay their little heads against my chest and give me that ‘I adore you and base my entire being off of your existence’ look, and I just melt. And can they ever guilt me for scolding them! I feel bad just thinking about the poor little guys shaking and looking at me all big eyed. They are kind of like kids, they listen about as well, immediately forget what ever it was that you told them, make a considerable mess, and provide more joy and heartbreak then anything that small should ever have the right to do. Carpet Sharks.

My kid needs a lesson in sportsmanship I am sitting in my office typing this and he and the Significant Other are in the living room playing the Wii and I can hear him in here gloating because he is winning. I would not be as intent as I am about teaching him that gloating is not the nicest way to go about winning anything but I can hear him over very loud music and I should not be able to. How ever on a side note, what the hell?!?!?! My six year old is beating The Sig at the Wii? Crazy.

We were going out for lunch yesterday and The Sig insisted upon cajun seafood. Down here that is like asking for a restaurant to serve water. However we decided on a restaurant that we both enjoy and I had some remarkable blacked tilapia. That is one of the things that I love the most about living down here all of the well cooked seafood., and the sushi. I eat more sushi in a week than most people do in a month. And when I go crazy from mercury poisoning you will all know why. But hey, we only live once and you never know for how long.