Hi, readers. Iggy’s chewing on a rawhide bone, and that’s going to keep him busy for a while, so I thought that I’d switch things up today and tell you a bit about myself.
I work for a technology company. I don’t mind it — in fact, they recently started letting me work from home a couple of days a week. One of the advantages to that is that come lunch hour, if you’re feeling sleep deprived like I am today, there’s nothing stopping you from laying back on the couch, pulling a light blanket over you, and —
“I wrote you a poem.”
“Uh huh. ‘Cause you’re really special and nice and stuff. Wanna hear it?”
“Okay. It’s called I Love You A Lot.”
Iggy, you say that about everybody.
“But this is different! You’re the bestest person in the world!”
Aw, Iggy, you really feel that way?
“Uh huh! Can I sit with you and read you my poem?”
“Okay. A haiku. I Love You A Lot, by Iggy. Me.”
Oh, no you don’t. Nice try, Iggy. Get off the blanket.
Okay, you’re just being creepy now. Get down.