The other day I come home and look through the glass front door to see my two dogs waiting for me. Except something is off. Ally’s face looks kind of weird. I open the door and sure enough, something is wrong. Her snout is like twice its normal size. If I weren’t really freaked out she’d look really funny.

My mom is right there. “Mom, what’s wrong with the dog?” She has no idea what I’m talking about, so I show her the dog’s face. My family has no idea. It looks like the dog is having some allergic reaction or something, but the dog seems fine so we leave her be and hope for the best.

The next day I come home and the dog looks pretty normal. She’s got some weird bumps on her, but otherwise fine. Of course I find out later the dog has been puking, pissing and shitting all day long (mostly puking). Oh, that’s nice.

We’ll see how long that lasts.

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I went to Williamstown with my sister to see A Very Long Engagement. (Interesting side note: for I think the first time ever I’ve seen two movies at the theater with subtitles back to back, having seen House of Flying Daggers two days earlier. How often does that happen?) Anyway, when we get out of the theater it had started to snow, so walking back to the car I kept my head down to keep the flakes off of my glasses.

I should have known better with my history of walking right into shit I see right in front of me. Sure enough, I walk straight into the branch of a nearby tree. Now I have this big honking red scabbed up scratch across my forehead. Classy.

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I had someone come in the store today and try to tell me that their ear buds sounded almost as good as our Quiet Comfort headphones. It took all I could to avoid one of my classic “Ben-isms” (meaning smart ass remarks I say innocently to stupid ass comments and questions). Of course knowing that this said Ben-ism would probably cost me my job I avoided what would have probably been a spectacular end to my time at Bose.

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Man my room is a frickin’ mess.