Chester

I am deeply saddened and quite shocked by my lack of anything funny today. Could this be a sign that this was a boring and funniless day. Surely not. But other than Adrienne wanting everyone to smell her armpits to see if they stink, not much happened. She thinks that if your armpits stink it's a sure-fire way to tell if you're growing hair there. *sigh*
She asked Sunnydale to make her laugh and after a very brief moment of thought he says "BOO!". She's like, "Dad, I asked you to make me laugh, not scare me". I couldn't help but laugh because that's Sunnydale for you. His idea of fun, something that would make him laugh, smile, feel good, is a rush of fear. *shrugs* He just doesn't understand why we don't laugh in the eye of danger. *grin*

Some of you know about our family member, Chester, and some of you don't. I try not to talk about him much for fear of making him feel more at home than he already does. Ten years from now when he's still trying to sit on my lap, I might feel a twinge of love for him. I'm careful to make sure that doesn't happen. Although everywhere I go, he's right next to me. I think I might have already given him the wrong impression which would explain why he looks at me with those brown eyes the way he does. It's a problem that is growing bigger and bigger every day. He's eating more and more, constantly talking to me, and never sleeps. It's an issue that Sunnydale and I disagree on. Mostly because Sunnydale thinks Chester is his soul mate. Quite a strange pair if you ask me. But they do have a few commonalities. *wink*

Anyhoo, Sunnydale feels that it' s vitally important to be raised with a dog. So I let him have one. When I get done raising the former, I'm not sure what he'll do with the latter. Much to my chagrin, he'll probably keep it.
"Chester" is a 7 mth old Pug puppy. Whose life mission is to NOT obey anything I say. Especially when it comes to going outside to use the bathroom. Just the other day I told him "Outside, Chester, go potty" to which he replied "look lady, I don't see you going out there to go potty while I stand and watch you at the door". *rolls eyes*
The things us women sacrifice to make our husbands happy. Of course, Sunnydale is the one who insists that it is I, who should leave the toilet seat up for him. *laughs* Silly man.