The newest addition to our home continues to inspire. She also continues to get so excited she forgets she’s supposed to go to the bathroom outside or on her puppy pad.
Rebel
Tag Archives: Funny
Day 137: Drizzle
It’s so easy to fall off the horse.
I had some technical difficulties with my phone, which I think has since been corrected (fingers crossed), and it snowballed into poetry procrastination and before I knew it… Well, the thing about falling off the horse is that you can get back on. Unless you break something. Then maybe go to a hospital first.
Anyway. The dog needed to go out early this morning to take care of his business and we got caught in some mildly chilly drizzle, which inspired today’s poem.
By the way, I didn’t stop writing poetry entirely while I was off that horse, so those pieces will be shared soon.
Drizzle
Day 300: Tropical Depression
You may have heard, it’s pouring down here in Galveston. Keeping dry and safe though, so all is well.
Tropical Depression
Day 246: Fluffy Flatulent
The puppy’s surgery went well yesterday. Because he was scared and not feeling well afterwards, we let him sleep in the bed. During the night he turned around and positioned his butt in my face. This morning he woke me up with a gentle, aromatic flatulent. Pfft.
Fluffy Flatulent
Day 243: Morning After
Had a wonderful evening with family last night at one of our favorite restaurants. It’s BYOB and we may have had a tiny bit more to drink than intended. At least me and my bride both did! Oops.
Morning After
Day 120: A Puppy with a Rag
I often heard my father pray to God growing up that God would make him “like a puppy with a rag.” Overcome by joy in the simplest things.
A Puppy with a Rag
Day 118: Galveston, Home
My bride and I have been down in Galveston now for a little over half a year and we love it here. I found myself reflecting on that this morning and let that become the basis for today’s poem.
As an aside, we took some family member to the Galveston Art Walk this weekend. The first exhibit we walked in to was called “Cat Butt Parfait.” I’ll leave it to your imagination exactly what it contained. My parent’s reaction? Priceless.
Galveston, Home
Day 112: Tropical Storm Barry
First potential tropical storm coming our way since we moved to the island. Naturally it’s the weekend we’ve got family coming down to visit. Oh well. Should be an interesting experience and one I intend to make the best of and have some fun.
Tropical Storm Barry
Day 111: Bug Bite
Several days ago I thought I’d managed to get a very fine cut on the base of my thumb. Then I thought I had a bit of dead skin hanging from it and went to snip it free so the cut wouldn’t widen. It wasn’t a piece of dead skin. It was a swelling. It stung to the touch and I thought it must be an ingrown hair, or very odd, some kind of zit (I’ve never had either on my hand).
A day later it had doubled in size and a poke accidentally burst it. Along with all the nasty that came out was a small brown needle-like thing that might have been a hair, a stinger, or part of a proboscis broken off when some bug took a nibble out of me. The base of my thumb swelled up red, and over the course of the day a vein of redness spread up the length of my arm.
I’ve seen it all taken care of and all that’s left now is a red, waxy pucker at the original bite-site. As gross as this whole process has been it’s also been somewhat fascinating. What exactly was going on inside my body? What bit me? What was left behind? How did my immune system respond?
Whatever the case, I’m pretty sure whatever but me is dead now. Hope I tasted good, you creepy little jerk.
Bug Bite
Day 187: My Bride Paints Octopuses
Fun fact, in English the plural form of octopus is octopuses, octopodes is the old Greek plural, and octopi is simply incorrect all around unless you yourself are an octopus because it’s inclusive. There’s your random bit of trivia for the day!
My bride is an artist. A pretty darn good one in my opinion. We’re both animal lovers but I’ve got a passion for weird and wonderful creatures. Octopuses have been something of a running joke with us that’s now transcended humor to become a symbol of happiness for us. Once we decided to move to an island my bride painted an octopus. It hangs on the wall of our living room. Our conversation this morning over breakfast and coffee turned to the painting and the others around it. She thinks of octopuses when she thinks of me and is painting. I’m flattered.
Her painting is the header image for this post.
My Bride Paints Octopuses
The Everyday Poet 