Night Time Pre Sleep Post Dinner Ponderings.
What would it be like if we had teeth in our butts? ‘Cause I think would be a little.. interesting. Like, what would we use them for? How would we clean them? Would they fall out in the same manner our mouth teeth do? How many extra years would a dentist have to go to uni in order to include butt teeth care to your annual check up? And what way would the ‘jaw’ go?! Because if it went in a strange way, how would we wear trousers?
There are so many perks in rescuing a dog, and I just love it. Of course there are the obvious ones like bringing them into a loving home from living in neglect and, having a furry new companion, but then there are the sneaky other perks. The kind of perks that start to show after forging a strong bond with the pooch. Just a few weeks ago for instance, I learnt that my rescue dog likes to chew tail feathers, much to the disgust of whom ever they are attached too, and the pup I had before him loved to chomp on ice cream containers. Both my Aunts collies don’t understand the concept of ‘fetch’, and imitate sirens when ever they hear them.
It’s kind of like, meeting a new human. Because if you’ve known someone for longer than you care to remember, or raised a puppy, then you know their silly little habits and they’re just normal , no less special, but a new human, just like a new pooch, have an untapped reservoir of sneaky habits that once you earn their trust, start to be revealed.
I was wandering around Coles for two hours looking to buy something for dinner.
I came home with:
A rolling stone magazine
Three bottles of shampoo
a tub of nice smelling furniture wax
and apple cider vinegar .
So now I’m sitting here contemplating if butter is a well-balanced meal.
Actors seem to have their lives together pretty well, famous people in general really, in what ever niche of fame they are part of, but sometimes I wonder if they have a plan B. In case being famous doesn’t quite work out, or people no longer want to watch reality TV. So I thought of some potential plan B’s for those who happen to, currently, be famous.
Morgan Freeman could be there for you to help you plough through your mortgage and be ‘Mortgage Free Man’
Regina Spektor could come to your house before you adopt a kid and perform an inspection. She’d be ‘Spektor Inspector’
Ross Nobel.. well it’s all in the name, isn’t it?
Now, of course these plan B’s have super hero-esque names to accompany them, but there has to be some kind of allure, I mean these people used to be famous!