My Dog is Trying to Kill Me!

In our new house, we have what I have dubbed "The Stairway of Death."  It is a long, narrow stairway in slick hardwood.  My dog used to plow up the curved and carpeted stairs in our old home, but these throw her for a loop.  She has fallen down these at times, and now the wood is scratched where she has had to dig in with her nails in a last ditch attempt to prevent herself from falling.  (I've seen her pancaked out on the top step, front legs spread out wide and claws digging into the hardwood, petrified to move as she slips at near completion of her climb!)

So, I think she holds a grudge for my having picked this home and also for initially having loved the hardwood stairs and upstairs landing/hallway.

Tonight, I was lucky enough to SEE the present she left for me at the very top of the stairs.  There was a slippery puddle with a single piece of dog food in it.  The kibble was probably her signature and symbolic "F.U." like a serial killer taunts detectives with.  The spit up was naturally going to be slippery if I had hit it coming around the corner to make my way downstairs.

But, as I said, I was lucky enough to have seen it first.

Instead of slipping to my death on the stairs, I merely had to clean up a fairly tame doggie mess.

I live to see another day.

Daily Dumbass

It's been a while since I've had one worthy of posting, but never fear! I still have my moments!

I was sitting in my chair at work and noticed that the underside of my sweater sleeve was getting a little "pilly" from rubbing against my body. I picked up the scissors and started trimming the little fuzzballs off. I got my right arm looking fairly well pill free and then thought to myself, "How am I going to get the pills off the other side? Scissors are not meant to be used with either hand!"

At that moment I realized I WAS using my LEFT hand already, so the right hand use would be NO PROBLEM! I was a bit pleased with myself for being ambidextrous and being able to clean up BOTH sides of my sweater. I have to admit, at that moment, I WAS just slightly full of myself for having been able to accomplish that feat.

Later that same day, I took my sweater off and the whole incident came flooding back to me. I felt like a fool!

HOW could I have not realized immediately that I didn't HAVE TO BE ambidextrous to accomplish that task!?!?! All I really had to do was take my sweater off and ANYONE could have been able to clean up both arms.

I was not special. I was a dumbass for thinking I was.

Gosh, how often have I felt THAT in my life?