As I shoved my tired buns into the driver's seat this evening to go home, noticing the windshield resembling a bird shite bombing range, all was right with the world. The one name wonder "Toby," an IT guy with ReadyTalk who came to my rescue yesterday while doing a trial run of a webinar, still lingered in my brain with gratitude. I didn't accomplish all that I needed to today, but did accomplish far more than I thought I could, given the plethora of tasks.
Here's the living metaphor for my day: a 3 legged dog I discovered on Facebook.
Gropius (on Facebook): ????? is this your new dog?
Gropius' cousin's wife: I hope so. He is someone else's dog but hangs out at our house a lot.
Alrighty then. If you have three legs, just one shot shy of perfection, this is as good as it gets. And it's damn good.
8 comments:
I've got a one winged parrot
Dogs mostly lie around anyway... three legs work just as well for that.
Probably the fiend who stole my wallet took the dog's fourth leg. Bloody cleptos.
omG what a sweetheart.
Ouch, poor doggy, but looks like it's loved, so I guess it's all good
He looks very comfortable.
Thanks for stopping by.
He looks so sweet and probably has a great disposition.
Great Blog Gropius and that is one sweet looking three legged dog. Nothing cuter than a particularly vulnerable looking dog.
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