Coming into the home stretch of Joblessness: Month 2, all the newness has worn off. I'm bored, I'm depressed, and most importantly, I'm no longer the slightest bit amused, surprised or delighted by the experience of being home during the day.
The children who run screaming out of the school next door at noon don't cause me to peer out the window anymore. The fact that TNT runs episodes of Without a Trace and Law & Order all afternoon offers none of its original relief. Even the infuriating red Honda which is always parked outside my building, and whose alarm goes off roughly every 25 minutes throughout the day, barely makes an impression anymore.
Life has become dull.
Until this morning, when I was doing my usual rounds of internet reading, and somehow landed on a website which immediately began playing the song "Mexico" by Jimmy Buffet.
And the dog -- who is generally the most apathetic and lazy animal in the world -- came running into the room at full speed, barked madly for three seconds, and started dancing.
It wasn't a very good dance, and he wore himself out pretty fast, and I realize that this may not sound all that exciting to anyone else. But considering what Fridays are usually like around here, I'll take what I can get.
My dog loves Jimmy Buffet. TGIF, mofo.
Friday, November 14, 2008
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9 comments:
please don't get a job.
this is getting really interesting. now when the dog starts talking to you i will be simultaneously worried and quite giddy.
LOL LOL i sat at home today taking a much needed day off (escaping the world.) my dog was laying next to me on the couch and was lightly snoring. i felt his... ahem.. pulsating as he was sleeping and lifted his leg a little to see what it was -- he was having a wet dream!! eek! on my couch!!
sorry for the graphic story, but this is what i learned about my dog today.
Teach your dog to really dance and you'll have more than enough money, haha.
ummm...video?
ok so i just found your blog and i gotta say im pretty amused lol if you getting a job means less posts then im with jen plz dont get one!!
Wow. That's pretty cool. My husband is convinced our dog really loves Green Day.
True story:
I recently got back from a week in Mexico in which we drank excessively and listened to "Mexico" by Jimmy Buffet about 567 times. Over and over again. We just kept singing along to it. I think the locals hated us a little bit because of that.
I get this way every summer when I'm off (unpaid, if that makes anyone feel better). By mid-August I'm a total whack-job that talks to herself way too much and is WAAYYY to familiar with each and every "law and Order" episode.
Lucky for me I forget each year if they were guilty or not, so it's like seeing them for the first time...
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