It Could Be Worse. (And probably will be, knowing me…)

I wrote a post earlier today, but I deleted it because, well, I suspect there’s probably only so much whining people can take from someone whose current main problems in life are the facts that:

1. It snowed a lot this week

2. She had the cold (AGAIN), and it made her feel, like, really tired and OMG, doesn’t that suck?

3. She still has Two Heads

4. And a really, red, flaky, nose

5. And eye bags.

6. And RED WEALS. Because OF COURSE the red weals would return, on a week when my hair looked like straw, my face looked like that of someone recently exhumed, and I had two heads. OF COURSE they would.

7. Her husband is currently talking like Jack Bauer and complaining about the presence of “daggers” in his throat.

8.  Gah.

Still. I wrote a big long whiny entry about all of that, and then I read it back and my abiding impression was that, yeah, it could be worse, couldn’t it? Boo hoo, I got a second head! So what, some people don’t even have ONE HEAD, how about that? Oh God, I’m talking to myself again, aren’t I?

Anyway, my point still stands: it’s not been the best week I’ve ever had in my life, but hey, it could be a helluva lot worse so, you know, rather than do a whole lot of whining about it, here are some photos of my dog, instead. You are welcome.

scary-wolf1

 OMG! Fierce! Scary! Run! Save yourselves if you can!

rubin-cute

Could. Not. Be. More. Cute.  (Note the back leg resting on the desk : he lay like that for ages…)

rubin-rude1

 Umm. Yeah…