Folks,
I have a dilemma. I like to believe I run a tight ship at home. I’m Ralph-Tresvant-Type sensitive to the needs of my wife and kids. I read the books, I check myself….heck, I even watched Dancing with the Stars with wifey last night.
Side Note: If I have to keep asking her about each pair, “Which one is the Star again?”…is that REALLY a celebrity? “Ladies and gentlemen. You remember Lamont from Sanford and Son? Well so does THIS GUY!! He’s going to dance for you now!”
So, you can imagine my dismay at the fact that I have two members of the family running a dangerous game against the rest of us. I consider it a personal attack and I’ve got to do something about it.
That’s right. Ted and Sammy have devised a plan. The plan, while simple on the surface, is designed to drive me nuts. It starts with…..Okay, the whole “scheme” is Ted opening the front door and Sam Sam running out and down the street 1000 miles an hour.
Harmless, right? WRONG. I’m not fond of chasing a 60 pound dog down the street. Also not fond of my neighbors watching me in pajama pants and basketball shoes while trying to “reason” with my canine friend. I say clever things like, “Come here NOW!” or “Stupid Freaking Dog!” That last one may have been cleaned up a little….okay, a lot.
Anyway, I suppose you could call this a cry for help. I suppose we at the Owens brain trust will come up with a way to thwart this evil plan soon enough. That or you can reserve my spot at the looney bin.
Anybody wanna buy a dog?
Life Don’t Rhyme,
Greg “Manchild” Owens
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