And then I was also going to write about how after this class, B and I went to a family party and as we tried to leave because we had a concert to get to, B realized HE LOCKED HIS KEYS IN THE CAR. Who the FECK leaves their keys in the car ANYWAY? And also I just said feck not fuck, does that count for anything? And when B called AAA to have someone come out, they told him that his parents cancelled his membership less than a month ago. But it's a good thing my uncle spent so much time breaking into cars as a teenager because two coat hangers and about an hour and a half and four beers later, he had the car opened.
I was also going to write about how after we finally left my uncle's house, we met up with Bossy and some of Bossy's friends to watch Bossy's brother rock with his band. And how that band rocked pretty hard. And then we went to another bar down the street where there was another band who was rocking a little bit less, but then Bossy's husband and Bossy's brother got on stage and fixed things up a bit. And Bossy was all this is Bridget she writes Yellaphant and Bossy's friends were all Yellawhaaaa? And when B and I finally stumbled home after a very long day we had no idea if it was 2 a.m. or 3 a.m. or maybe 8 p.m. on Tuesday.
I was going to write about all of that stuff. But then I was Googling stuff about running with your dog because I've started taking Rooney on some of my runs to get out some of his freak juice and I started wondering about how often I should do this, or how long is too long, or if maybe he's too young, or if I should buy him those little booties that I see this other dog wearing on the running path we use which are totally weird but maybe good? And then I found this picture:
And I got totally sidetracked BECAUSE WHAT THE FECK IS GOING ON HERE? I don't even have anything to say about that. Tweet