So I heard a news anchor (no, not my husband) complain this morning that there has been too much news coverage of the Obama’s new dog. Why? Just because there are entire blogs dedicated to the topic?!
I mean, where else are you going to find out that First Pet Bo’s favorite food is tomatoes.
Total side note: Have you ever in your life hung out with a dog that loved tomatoes? I don’t want to make any predictions but a dog with a tomato addiction might have some issues to work out.
Anyway, seeing as we’re in a recession, layoffs are everywhere, tea parties (I did not say tea bag parties) are rampant, pirates are back in action and we’re at war with two countries… what’s the problem with a little frivolous, happy news now and then?
And anytime I hear that somebody else has purchased or adopted a dog, a dog that I personally don’t have to walk, feed or take care of – that does indeed make me happy. I really like dogs. I just don’t like the “spend all my money meeting all their crazy canine needs” part.
Maybe that anchor, who thinks Bo has gotten too much press, just misses the good ole days when we used to obsess over Michelle Obama’s sleeveless shirts.
Speaking of happy (you know, right up there before Michelle’s blouses), I’m so excited my sister is coming to visit this weekend from Memphis. I wanted to take her to my favorite new BBQ place in the city and was just about to call up and make a reservation when I had a very brief moment of genius and remembered that SHE LIVES IN MEMPHIS. I mean, the girl is drowning in BBQ sauce 365 days a year and I want to take her for some Manhattan ribs.
So I have to think of some place else which makes my brain hurt a little bit but I’ll come up with something.
Meanwhile (and then I’ll leave you alone so you can enjoy your freakin’ weekend without me rattling on about dogs and ribs), I want to mention my kids because I heard this is supposed to be a parenting blog. The other day, 4 1/2 year-old Dylan says to me…
“Do you think you and Daddy could get married again because me and Summer missed the wedding.”
How sweet is that?
She made it sound like they wanted to be there but you know, they had a conflicting engagement like their annual racquetball tournament or something.
Well, at least she’s not asking me for a dog.
mama bird notes:
If you want to follow my genetics journey on 23andMe, here is an excerpt from my latest post.
“My dad is a bit obsessed with crab cakes lately. He orders them in every restaurant we go to. And then he immediately judges them. And when it comes to critiquing food, my father is very definitive…”
To read more of this post on 23andMe, click here.