Hump Day
(No Doubt - Sunday Morning)

You came in with the breeze on Sunday morning.
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Last night I slept for 12 hrs. Normally this is a good thing but I woke up and couldn’t move my back. I sleep flat on my back so I don’t know how this might have happened. It might be time for a new bed. I’ve been sleeping on that same bed since my 3rd year in university and the futon is beyond warped. Needless to say, you can add my back to the long list of body parts of mine that have been aching lately. My sprained wrist is still a mess. My jammed thumb still hurts. I haven’t even hit 30 yet. Totally TFD (tres fuckin drag) if you ask me.
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What’s not TFD but rather TFR (totally fuckin rocks), is the fact that this weekend, the boys and I are headed to Montreal for the long weekend. We plan to fish by morning, wander the city by day and tear up the town by night.
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Muffin has come a long way from his days of peeing, pooping and throwing up all over the house. He can now shake hands with either paw depending on which hand you give him. He can sit, lay down and stay. However, he still drinks from the toilet, barks at people that come to our front door and chews on tissues from the garbage.

Here’s a trick he learned on his own.

Whenever Sonia is over, he likes to hump her leg when I hug her. It turns into a really freaky deaky threesome. They say imitation is the biggest form of flattery.