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Bad Boys, Bad Boys, Whatchoo Gonna Do..

Posted Nov 29 2008 12:20pm

The Heat Police just showed up.
A knock on my door sends the pugs scambling and barking from under the down blanket and comforter on the sofa and barrling towards the door. I open it and two official looking men jump back about three feet as they are leapt on by the little monsters.

"Do you have heat?"

"Yes, now, but not this weekend or this morning. See I broke into the basement and beat the crap outta the heat thingamajig."

They look at me quizzically. I smile...as if to say I know I did something bad, but I was freezing, and I'm all cute and chubby and stuff, and if my chub doesnt keep me warm, you can bet everyone else was freezing, right?

"But you have heat RIGHT NOW?"

"Right now, some. But thats only because I was engaged in breaking and entering this morning. We didn't have heat this weekend. And two years ago we had none all winter."

I get another quizzical look. Girl pug barrels down the steps and dashes in hyper pug circles up and down the second floor hallway. Boy pug takes off after her.

The Heat Police give me a polite smile and turn to leave. I call after them..

"Hey, if you see the dogs, tell them I'll give 'em a cookie if they come back up!"

The pugs hear the magic word. I hear eight paws galloping up the stairs, and the high pitched squeaks of the terrified Heat Police as the dastardly duo ram past them.

So it's a little cold out. 15 degrees. I've built a fort of down on the sofa. And plan on staying there allll day.

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