I get bored.
It's too early to have an alcoholic beverage. Well, and still be socially acceptable.
I decide to be responsible and put away laundry.
Laundry makes me angry, so there's a lot of it to put away.
Why does laundry make me angry? It's dirty and lazy. I mean really, just stay clean for god's sake! And if you can't do that, at least clean up after yourself. But no.
In order to avoid becoming a hot ball of Jenn rage, I put on some music. Which evolves into me dancing around the bedroom with laundry yell-singing Poker Face to Ares. (My captive canine audience) He seems to be enjoying the show, and then he just. Falls asleep. What? I mean, my dancing should be televised, I'd make millions on World's Dumbest or America's Funniest Home Videos, and here he is sleeping.
Then I think, aww he's so cute! Squeee!
So, I get the camera out and this is when I find out he wasn't sleeping. He was dazzled by my star power! Look at that star power reflected in his eye.
So, I'm starting to feel better about my entertainment prowess when it occurs to me.
No, he was not Starstruck, he was charging up his cybernetic laser eye to rid the world of my horrible singing and dancing!
Then, Bob and Dakota came back home, and life returned to normal.
That's reason number one.
xoxo,
Jenn
