I was thinking about how to answer this sentence as I walked my dog a couple of nights ago. Yeah, the same dog who refuses to poop in the backyard which is a good thing when it means that I’m forced to take more steps and breathe fresh air and blah blah blah but a bad thing because his unwillingness to poop in our yard doesn’t change even when there’s a hurricane.
While walking him, I’d come to the conclusion that a typical day in my life is just late. The fact that I’m completeing my Finish the Sentence Friday post on Saturday pretty much says it all.
However, this has been one of the most atypical weeks of my life. I hit myself in the face with dog poop. And that’s not all. My huge bloggie crush, Jillsmo, asked me to guest post about not having a diagnosis. Seeing my very own words on her super-awesomely-cool site is mind-blowing. Hers is the first blog I found when searching for answers on whether Tucker has autism or not. She draws less-stupider-than-mine-but-still-stupid-looking pictures. Pretty much every opinion she has about the autism community and trying to navigate it and, well, everything, is one that I not only usually share, but respect. She’s smart, people. And funny. So yeah, I have a huge crush on her. How could I not? So many of us are trying to find our bloggie voices, figure out how to monetize, how to get likes and subscribers and sponsors and she’s like “My readers may be interested in your product but I am not interested in informing them, so please don’t tell me about it.” (Taken from her Do you have a product page. Awesome.) Without becoming an even more excitable asshole about it, I just say, check out my guest post on Yeah. Good Times. If you don’t feel like reading more of my drivel, read some of her posts. The serious ones and the autism ones will amaze you. The funny ones will leave you with pee in your pants. I’m not exaggerating. Plus, she’s really adorable. See? This is her profile picture.
To add to the excitement of the week, a for-real published-and-everything book included some of my words and drawings. You can buy it here (or from the home page – right hand side) if you want to. It’s only $2.99. I was also on Messy Moms radio. Told you it was a bizarre week.
OH! Right. I hit myself in the face with dog poop. For real. Apparently, I am able to fuck up even the most mundane of tasks. Chief has chronic diarrhea which means that he can not eat anything but Iams large breed. Ever. When he does, he gets diarrhea and craps everywhere. His condition means that I have to avoid him finding random objects like bones and prevent him from swallowing them. Like this:
Good to know that it actually is possible to even dumber than I’d realized.
*Note: You would think that after typing the word “diarrhea” however many times I had to for this post would mean that I now actually know how to spell it. You would be wrong.
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