Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Star sighting

Last weekend while on a little weekend holiday in California, my friend and I went to see the play Wicked. While my friend and I were walking up to the theater I noticed an attractive guy. I thought to myself, hhmm he is familiar... How do I know him? Was he a patient at the hospital? Is he in my singles ward?? Then it hit me. I was looking right at Roy from The Office. You know, Pam's ex-fiance? I whispered to my friend and she was as equally excited. So we decided to take a picture of each other with Roy in the background. They didn't really turn out, but you get the gist. Roy is looking good these days, beard and all. I wonder if he is still a bit bitter about the whole brake up and the Jim and Pam thing? Would he consider coming to my singles ward?
*You may not know who I am talking about because you are not a watcher of The Office. If that be the case we need to reconsider our friendship... OK, relax not really, BUT I would like you more if you watched The Office.

let me clear the air

So regarding the last post... There has been some speculation on who the undies belonged to. Well my faithful readers and possible blog stalkers, rest assured that they were NOT mine. That's right, I do not leave my unders on the ground let alone at a friends house lying around. The underwear that was involved belongs to the dog owner.

Tuesday, April 1, 2008


So, tell me. If you had a dog (just so you know, I do NOT have a dog). Lets say a bullmastiff, a chubby and slightly lazy bullmastiff *. One day you hear it choking and coughing. The next thing you know is, that the source of that choking and coughing comes out and it is your favorite pair of panties. Woah. Wowza. Goo. Bad dog, right? This is not where it ends. You find that it has digested a few more pairs of your undies, and you find those in the yard. Wow. Really? Sick.
So, tell me. This should motivate you to:
1. Put your clothes in a hamper, or the drawer they belong in.
2. Go commando, and get rid of all underwear.
3. Buy all edible underwear. That way it isn't a tragedy when the pooch snacks on the underwear.
Any other suggestions? Which option do you think is best??

I do not own a dog, and really hope to never have to own one. Not that I am a dog hater, I just prefer a pet free environment--And I prefer my unmentionables to be unmentioned.

* This bullmastiff and its owner shall remain anonymous to protect their privacy. You should note that the dog is alive and well, and that measures have been taken to protect it from choking on any other "hazardous" materials.