It's a miracle

I just went home for lunch. Said lunch involved yellow mustard, beet salad and cheetos (that wasn't the entire meal--there were also yummy vegetarian corndogs, hence the mustard), all of which were eaten while wearing a mostly white shirt--and said shirt is not currently emblazoned with yellow, magenta or day-glo orange splotches. How did I manage THAT?

And, on a completely unrelated note, am I the only dog-owner bothered by the name of that new "my dog can do better tricks than your dog" reality show? The GREATEST American dog? You know what makes a dog great? Two things: a) that he/she is YOUR dog, and b) that you love him/her. That's it. I think I have the greatest dog in the WORLD, and all he can do on command is sit. Sometimes. If he's in the mood. But he loves me unconditionally, he makes me laugh, he never has "accidents" inside, and he spoons with me at night. Plus he lets Ruthie the cat show her love, which is immense and involves gazing adoringly and throwing herself at him and rubbing her head against various parts of his body, with much grace. That, in my opinion, is a great dog. Would he be any greater if he could catch a frisbee in his mouth while wearing a beret and riding a unicycle? I think not. (Though I'll bet people would throw their loose change at us if he did it in public. Especially if I was also a beret-clad unicyclist. Hmm...if gas/food/utility prices keep rising I might have to reconsider this.)

I think I will leave you with that mental image. Heh.