this bites: the other side.

Last night Stephen reminded me of the Seinfeld episode where Elaine was bit by a dog, so of course we had to watch it.

So, do I need a shot? 
No, not shot. Dog bite.
No, I know I wasn’t shot. Do I need a shot? 
No, not shot. Woof-woof, not bang-bang.

This is the story of our lives in SO MANY WAYS.

So it bites, but your life is also a comedy show for somebody out there!

In other news, the dog is apparently dead, likely because he bit me and when they told me he had already bit three people this week, I said something along the lines of, “Then kill it,” through gritted teeth.

They took me seriously, it seems. I’m definitely not upset about it, and Stephen sent me a text with confetti when he heard. Oh, and he’s on the hunt for a dead dog emoji! 🙂