Day 19 of my September challenge.
I have been channeling the Church Lady a lot in my head lately.
She has been roaring around the house from dawn to dusk like she just finished off her second Red Bull and is as fired up as Air Boss Johnson after two snot-nosed jockeys did a fly-by.
She is going after every inanimate object in the house.
Couches. Backpacks. Plants. Chairs. Rocks. Batteries. Nerf bullets. Rugs. And the list goes on.
Since she is our puppy, I need to have a better theory than her being the spawn of satan.
So I like to think she is a little four-legged bodyguard protecting my honor by chewing on them with her razor-sharp teeth.
Ms. Lucy: Did you hear what that ottoman called you?
Mr. Shife: No. What?
Ms. Lucy: A bloody knob head.
Mr. Shife: Are you serious, Lucy? That is unacceptable.
Ms. Lucy: No worries, bro. I got this.
the chompasaurus chomp chomp chomperella goes.
Talk to you tomorrow.
I will persevere.
I will keep moving forward.
I will be the stream.