Incredi-who?

Hmmmmm, JW seems to be losing his mind. After years and years of wishing me to worship the ground upon which he walks, he now seems to mind when I finally do act similarly. Case in point #1? My initial blog set up happened to be the same background as his. Mistake...big mistake. calls me out in a comment page for hogging his style. I swear on my first blog there were only three options, and I can't stand white backgrounds. Whatev, switched that up right quick. Case in point #2? Now he has gotten offended by my name: lil wash, "Enough with this "l'il wash" nonsense. ...There is no "l'il wash". The wash name is taken. You have to be something else. Come on man, you can't bite my name like that. You're like Incredi-boy from the Incredibles. Fly home l'il wash, I WORK ALONE!!!!!!!!! " I shall grant him that he is the original Wash. Alas I happen to be the youngest of the bunch hence the lil. But since he's being a baby and calling me out on comment boards I must, once again, change my format to prevent further hissy fits. I have reverted to my ghetto GW name that Andy and Joe bestowed upon me in high school and which Andy made sure stayed alive throughout college by telling people that my name was T-Dog. got a hat, got a poster and a jersey with that name on it. Shoot I've got two football jerseys with that name on it so I guess it sticks.

******Warning: the following should not be read while consuming food (got it Kellay?)****
So this am, papa w was returning from the west coast on a red eye. Sammy LOVES car rides and he's old and arthritic now so he's not really allowed to go so often which makes him depressed. Since he's going to fat camp for a few days I took pity on him. Plus how could I possibly reject this face.... Anywho, so big papa calls to announce that he is awaiting pick up at the bus station. I tell sammy he has to go to the potty if he wants to get in the car which immediately gets him revved. Then momma comes out and swears he's done his business for the day. So i let him in. BIG mistake #3. Sure enough he managed to leave a lil something something in my car again when we got home. I can't blame him because when I came in the house to retrieve my handy dandy rubber gloves again my mom then tells me that maybe she pulled him inside before he was done. Really? Ya think?? Perhaps the fact that he pulled me straight to the backyard after exiting the car to finish off his business might have been the first hint to me. Alas, the sheet is being washed because I have to put him in tomorrow to take him to fat camp. On the positive side, I do believe that his vet induced skin infection has finally cleared....eight months later.