I’m laying on the floor and my dogs are licking my salty exposed skin as I try to rest from being outside working in the heat.
My Mind:*singing* When you’re down and low, lower than the floor, and you feel like you ain’t got a chance …. screw you peter panda.
“All time low” blasting from my truck as I drive home, windows rolled down and the with the dogs in the back. The farmers are watering their crops and I can see that it’s going to hit the road. I slow down so the dogs get wet and laugh hysterically.
I wish I could be like a horse and just pass gas in someone’s face and not have any problems with it.