There has been times...alot of them...in which I am a grump dog. It doesn't take much to get me into grump dog mode but when i am you better watch yourself son. Golfing for example, Josh saw me for the first time in the danger zone when we went golfing with just me him and Jake. Golf just brings out the best in me. Whenever I go with friends I am just fine but when I go with Josh, but mostly with Jason, it seems that I top the ball on my hits more, hit my drives to the ladies tees from the white tees, lose at least a couple of balls, 4 putt, get a well timed lesson of ediquette from Dad, and take third with Jake only a couple strokes behind me. Blast. For the most part the grump dog can be cured when I just go sit at the computer and ponder about my upcoming victory in fantasy football or with food. For instance, I made the dreaded choice of going to the mall with mom, jake, and yes ASHTON! dun dun dun! I wanted to go look in Foot locker and fanzz but really how often do i really get something from there so it must have been my pre-prime jitters or else I would have known that I would be done in about 10 minutes and Ashton would just start looking after 10 minutes. So Ashton tryed on bras in the maternity store for an ashton length of time and i had to hold a poopy, crying brookyn, in the maternity store wth all the pregnant ladies, so i was not feelin it. Mom must have been feeling the same thing cause she went and bought me and her a pretzel and I held in the grump pretty good. So for future reference to help me get out of my grump dog state: 1. remind to take food when we go golfing. 2. tell me that im doing real good in fantasy football even if im not. 3. dont let me go with ashton to shop. 4. give me a bean dip or a nip flick and tell me to stop being a chide...thanks for your support in the fight against this great cause.
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