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yes, i do need a banana bunker

Hey, don’t you need a Banana Bunker?This is the funniest damn thing ever. Had I not just dropped $100 on food and food alone at the pet store tonight, I would buy some and you’d all be getting them for St. Patrick’s Day or Easter or something.

I mean, because who doesn’t want to carry their breakfast into work in some thing resembling a self-pleasuring tool?

“Hey there, co-worker, is that a banana in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?”

Good Lord.

(Thanks a lot, Erika!)

let’s talk about your tattoos

Dear Mom and Dad, sorry you had to read it here first, but…

I really want a tattoo. Really bad. I’ve wanted one since I was maybe 20, but it never seemed to work out for one reason or another. Plus, I couldn’t decide what I wanted. And the thing is, I’m still on that whole indecisiveness trail. Only now, I know exactly where I want it and where I want to get it done. However, without an idea of what should be forever drawn onto my skin is still escaping me.

I have a couple of ideas that I’m going back and forth between, and I’m sure I’ll decide on something soon, but in the meantime, let’s talk about your tattoos.

What are they, and where are they? How did you decide on them?

riley needs accessories

Tuesdays are my work from home days, which means one 70+ pound dog that I live with gets to sleep on the couch all days, as opposed to sleeping in his kennel that’s padded with three pillows and one of my t-shirts. I don’t mind him on my couch (or the rest of my furniture for that matter), but sometimes the tiny white hairs that cover ever soft surface in my apartment can get overwhelming.

Also a problem? The backseat of my car. He likes car rides, so I take him with me a lot. But it looks like a polar bear’s been shaved in the backseat. For the first time ever, I’m strongly considering buying some type of a seat cover, so my human passengers aren’t covered with Riley hair.

A flat bed sheet was working for a while, but it kept falling off (or maybe someone kept pulling it off when I wasn’t looking), so the straps on something like this look really appealing.

I tell ya what, that dog of mine? He’s an expensive little guy, that is for sure. But you know what? Absolutely worth every last penny.

I’m just glad he’s the size that he is, or I’d probably have about 298 dog carriers filling up my spare bedroom, so I could carry him all over the place. You know, like my own personal accessory.