Waiting to go on a walk. Oh, not cuz it's too hot outside. It's cuz.... THIS BOOTY SO FAT, EVERY WADDLE'S GONNA CAUSE CARS TO CRASH!! OHH! 🔊🔊🔊 ....ahem, and u know, LA has too much traffic anyways so, just being responsible ya know. #🔊🔊🔊! #wegottabigolbootyalert!!
So about once a week, I get nose to nose/w each of the boys, grab their fluffy face, & whisper (super intensely w/o blinking), "hey. ya don't even know how lucky u r to have a dad like ur dad. ya. don't. even. know." (They'll look all wide-eyed n confused, like they don't understand English buuut, im sure they get the message.) Happy Father's Day to this guy- the legit greatest dad 2 corgis could ever bark for. #douseecorgi?!! #datsmile#thosestumpsintheair?! #fathersonbonding
owe u a followup post. Delayed due to: current arms crisis. No, arms, not arms. Arms! Like, my arm is done-zo, "127 HRS"-style, clownass! Yes will cut my way thru like a BOSS. (#SmallSidenote #noboulder#sourdoughbreadinstead) LIKE A MOTHAFLIPPIN' BOSS.
The sound of the alarm on a MONDAY. MORNING.... made me cry today, dude. K, so my alarm randomly changes- this morning it was like.. abuncha lil' piggy grunts?.. Woke up. The grunts were Corgi wigglin'/jigglin' backwards to get into Lil Spoon Position w me. ANYWAYS, SUMMING UP: MY MON MORNING ALARM MADE ME CRY FROM SHEER HAPPINESS. TEARS. ON. MAH FACE. ON A MOTHAFLIPPIN' MONDAY. // Did u mumble, "u.. gloating bitch.."? I would have... But, trust- this post'll make ya feel (I friggin' hope..) better. You just gotta compare it to my next post (in a few hrs, depending on fluctuating spooning needs)- it'll be about my Mondays from 2 yrs ago.. spoiler alert, it'll be a SMIDGE depressing AF.