Welcome to this week’s installment of Me? A Model? with ME, your host. I’m Brody the hound and if you don’t know where you are or why you’re here or what your name is, take a look at this post here to clear everything up. And your name is probably Harold. Or Stuart.
Let’s get down to brass tacks (HA! I don’t even know what that means).
The time: Yesterday
The place: The backyard
I’m feeling: Frustrated
Do you think it’s easy being me? If you answered “yes” to that question, then just get out of town because you’re just as wrong as wrong gets. Its NOT easy being me, not even a little bit. I do so much around here. I wear so many hats that I should be…you know, like…opening a hat shop or something. WHATEVER. Sorry for not being able to come up with an analogy, I’m just a little upset right now.
I contribute so much to this household and I get pretty much nothing in return. I kind of keep things running around here and do I get any thanks? NOPE. What’s that? What do I do? Ummm how about everything? Like…um…oh, an alarm clock! I’m like an alarm clock and if it weren’t for me, Chrissy and Justin would be late for work all the time, but do I let that happen? Nope. Oh, AND I’m like a dishwasher because if they leave something out and it has food on it, I’ll take one for the team and clean the plate so that they don’t have to do it themselves! And sometimes there’s a LOT of stuff on that plate! But do I complain? NOPE.
All I ask is that when I do have a little down time (which is pretty much never), someone just do me a solid
and throw the flippin’ ball. Seriously, how long do I have to sit here, waiting patiently, before someone takes pity on me and just throws. The stupid. Ball.
Seriously, it’s right there. Just throw it.
Ugh, you guys are the worst.
WHEEEEEEEEEEE I’m sorry, what was I saying?