Hey - Happy Victoria Day! This is a statutory holiday for most people (not me!), celebrated by wearing traditional V-Day garb: Victoria's Secret undies. Fellahs, this means you too. Sometimes a guy just needs to feel pretty. What WAS Victoria's big SECRET anyway? Hi, I'm Victoria. And my secret is - I've been wearing the same underwear for 3 days.
Went to the Old Orchard Pub last night with Kim (Trading Spaces Kim ...do I need to keep qualifying this, though? Actually, Kim reminded me it was exactly a year ago THIS WEEKEND that we did the show! And it was raining then, too!). The Old Orchard is a popular pub in my 'hood, but it was my first time there. Good times, good times. I'll be back. And now, Kim's off to San Francisco to wear some flour in her hair, or something.
My weekend consisted of buying a mini-BBQ for the balcony (Corn was so thrilled - he went out to BBQ in the rain on Saturday...all hunched over his tiny grill), and trying to un-constipate Flea. She was constipated for about 2 days. Nothin' goin' on down in pooptown. There is nothing sadder than watching a constipated little dog push her little heart out to no avail. I'm sure there must have been a vein popping out on her forehead.
So, I did what you should always do when researching an affliction: consult the internet! I pretty much guessed at the 'up the fibre' intake, but wasn't sure what to do for a dog. So, I cooked her up some green beans, bought some wheat bran, sprinkled it on her food and BAM ...it was a dual poop day at the corral! I may start sprinkling the stuff on my 3 squares. Ah, bran - the great equalizer.
So - now, I'm happy cuz she's happy. Corn's happy cuz he's got a mini BBQ and Chachi's happy cuz he maintains regular bowel activity and subsequently enjoys the occasional poop sangweech.
And you should be happy cuz you've got an extra day off, ya crazy! Enjoy the rest of it. :)