Not the Toronto Alternative Mag that won’t write about me because I have too little diversity without having none but that my blog has gone weekly as of these last two blogs. The Prolific Slavic they may soon call me and then maybe I’ll get the cover of Croats Monthly. I’m stuck inside with no other excuses not to blog so here we are. It’s pouring rain outside as it has been all day. I don’t like rainy days. Rainy days and Mondays always gets me down. Not as down as Karen Carpenter, I mean I still have my appetite, but there’s that feeling of dread when you look out at the rain, especially when you have to go out into it. And I have to walk my dog every day rain or shine, especially rain because no one else in my family will do it when it’s raining. And the dog takes the same amount of time on his walk regardless of weather, sniffing every damn bit of piss or shit that every other stupid dog has left for him to say “Hey I’m a dog and I walk around here”. And my dog has find everyone and piss and shit over each one of them and say “Hey I too am a dog and walk around here”, over and over every day the same stupid conversation and I gotta stand there trying to pull him along so I can get back inside and finish this litre of wine before the kids get home and I have to help them with their school work. Ah C’est la Vie..of Le House Husband Lush.
