When chatting, texting, e-mailing, I have noticed that I say “LOL” quite often.
Of course, I am not actually laughing out loud. If I laughed out loud to my friend typing the words, “I burnt my meatloaf today,” you would think that there is something wrong with me. That I have no life, perhaps. And that simply thinking about my friend burning his dinner packs enough comedic punch for rhythmic, vocalized, expiratory and involuntary actions to escape my throat in laughter.
In reality, we have bastardized this acronym, using it as more of a conversation extender, a cheating response to something that was most likely not that funny. Or possibly awkward.
For example, let’s pretend Mark just texted Tim, saying “i love rachel and everything, but if I ever cheated on her it would be with that new secretary. damn shes hawt!”
In response, Tim says, “lol.”
The “lol” is inserted as a placeholder before Tim can say “Did you see that pathetic Eagles game today?”
Day 2: Diapers
Brandon left in the afternoon.
He’s not one for goodbyes, and mostly just said, “see you around” as he left, giving the dog a pat on the head.
But after he had walked out the door, she ran to the bottom of the steps, where she pawed at the door and cried for a solid ten minutes.
She’s smart, and she knew that he wasn’t just leaving for a little while.
While she was crying downstairs, I was crying upstairs as I took inventory of all of the tiny bloodstains that she made on my new carpet every time she sat down and used her bottom like a little rubber stamp. This was a problem that needed to be solved sooner rather than later.
So I put her in the crate that we bought for her, and made the journey to Petco.
That is where I found Simple Solution Diapers. They were doggie diapers for females in heat or for puppies with incontinence or excitable urination. And they even boasted “tail-wagging comfort!
You might remember that a few weeks ago, I bought a houseplant.
If you don’t maybe this will remind you:
Well I am sorry to tell you that three days after I bought Watson, I returned him.
Now, Watson was a great plant. And we had some really great times together during those three days. He didn’t do anything wrong.
But he had to go.
You see, I did a little research and learned that Watson, a Dracaena, was actually toxic to dogs.