I, however, deal with the big D.
Nope it isn't disaster, though the house could use an overhaul.
It isn't dump truck, haven't had one of those since I was a kid.
It isn't even doodie, unless there's a small child with odoriferous diapers involved and then it is the DD which is doubly dastardly.
In my world, the big D is DOG. Or as Snookie Wookie likes to think of himself, he's just God backwards.
People would actually agree, unless they knew SW up close and in person.
Here's the breakdown:
God/Dog loves everyone
God/Dog is approachable by everyone
God/Dog is benevolent
God, however, doesn't eat biscuits in bed and leave crumbs under the covers.
God doesn't look for a better offer at the dog park if he thinks he's been forgotten.
Then again, God doesn't lick your face when you first come home from work. Nor does God act excited to see tuna on the menu AGAIN because it was on sale.
Maybe tomorrow I'll worry about the Big E ... eventually?
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