No more!

I didnt watch American Idol last night. I called my sister in NC, and asked her who was booted off, fully expecting her to answer "Well, Scott, of course, he's a freakin looser!" BUT NOOO!!! It was more of a ::whimper whimper:: "It was....... Consantine." ::whimper whimper: and I was all "Heeeeeeeeeeell no!" And then I was all "Darbie, they booted Constantine off" and she was all "Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat? Heeeeeeeeell No!" And I was all "Uh, yea!" and then I was all "It's a conpiracy!" And then I read Jennifer's blog, and I'm not the only who thinks so! So...there!

Biography of Scott

So (like the little lemming I am) I watched American Idol last night, despite the fact that Scott is still a contestant. This was the episode where the cameras follow all the idol wannabe's to their homes.

Carrie's town is cute and forgettable. Like her mom.
Bo is Bo. You know what I think. I forgot where he lives. I DO remember however, how much I hate his girlfriend. A thin brunette, my worst enemy....
Vonzell is not someone I would want to meet in a dark ally. She would probably kick my ass after thinking I'm a stalker or something. She'd be all "HIEEEEEE YA!!!" ::Kick, kick, punch:: and I would be all "Crap" She takes martial arts, you see. Or her brothers would kick my ass.
Anthony. He sang as a kid. I think his parents have been crying ever since.
Constantine lives in NY. With a veeeeeeeeeeeery scaaaaaaaaaaary family. He definatly got the looks in that bunch. Hunh. ::shudders::

That leaves.... Scott.

Eminem, J-Lo, any survivors of the holocaust aint got nutin on Scotty Savel!! ::snap snap:: Scott had to deal with the horrors of growing up in an Ohio Suburb. And as they say, Scott's Ohio Suburb is the new 8 mile. Growing up, Scott had to eat his mother's home cooking! His parents wanted him to be a priest (?!?!?!)! Occasionally they had to save money! Scott wont do that to his son though. Scott will give his son the life he never had. And what better way than to beat the crap outta his son's mother?! OH!! I mean, win American Idol.

You know what? Whatever. I had a long talk with God yesterday. Scott's gettin the boot tonight.

Sorry, Scott, no one likes the average Joe.

::sigh::

I had a terrible dream last night. It was, of course, about Scott Savel.

I hate watching him sing. So I wont watch him sing. Or anyone else. Until he leaves. I'm boycotting the show with Kelly.

I WONT DO IT ANYMORE!!!!!!

Man, I'm sucha dumbass sometimes!

No, I've never ridden on a moped. And, yes, I figured it out on my own.

BOREDOM.. is sucha...you know....bitch

50 Questions
1. What is your name spelled backwards? assilem, pronounced Ass eee lem
2. Where were your parents born? Iowa and Minnesota, doncha know...
3. What is the last thing you downloaded onto your computer? Uhh, dont remember.
4. What's your favorite restaurant? Depends on what mood I'm in. Right now twould be.... Red Robin. Classy, I know.
5. Last time you swam in a pool? Oh! I had a "sick" day. It was last summer at my apartment complex with Maria, Jesus, Ben, and Darbie. We ate Dairy Queen and Barbeque food. It was a lot of fun... Then Maria left and took all three grills. Why... I dunno. That girl's got issues....
6. Have you ever been in a school play? Maybe. Oh! Haha, in elementary school, I was the ghost of Christmas past. The only line I remember is "No! Your past." I have no idea what that means now.
7. How many kids do you want? Depends on who with. If if were, like, Brad Pitt, 18,000. And if it were Scott Savel, -5 billion. Yes, there is a negative sign in front of that number...
8. Type of music you dislike most? Really sappy music that makes me want to hate everyone. Example: Michael Bolton. "When a maaaaaan loves a womaaaaaaaan" Kill me.
9. Are you registered to vote? Not that it matters in this country, but yes. Go Kerry! ::sigh::
10. Do you have cable? No, I have Fox, though. And to me, its all that matters.
11. Have you ever ridden on a moped? Ummm, no? Maybe? What is a moped? Is this something that everyone knows what it is, and I dont, so I will feel stupid? Go to hell!
12. Ever prank call anybody? Before the cursed caller ID, yes.
13. Best friends? HAHAHA, who are my BFF's?? EVERYONE!!! and no one....
14. Would you go bungee jumping or sky diving? Hell no. I cant even power walk over the Morrison Bridge without freakin out!
15. Farthest place you ever traveled? Florida. North Carolina. Which ever is farther. I dunno.
16. Do you have a garden? No! My plants commit suicide!.
17. What's your favorite comic strip? Dilbert. ::chuckles:: or Charlie Brown.
18. Do you really know all the words to your national anthem? No! But I dont know the words to the Burger King commercial either! So lay off!
19. Bath or Shower, morning or night? Showers. Looooooong hoooooot showers. Yessss.
20. Best movie you've seen in the past month? Ummmm, Sideways. Or Star Wars.
21. Favorite pizza topping?Pepperoni
22. Chips or popcorn? Poppycorn mixed with chippy chips.
23. What color lipstick do you usually wear? Lip gloss. Haha, I wear lip glossed colored lipstick!
24. Have you ever smoked peanut shells? Ummm... Is this like the moped question??
25. Have you ever been in a beauty pageant? Yea, and I won it. I was the only person in it, though... so I've lost it too :o(.
26. Orange Juice or apple? Apple. I dont like oj.
27. Who was the last person you went out to dinner with and where did you dine? Jaime. She was sick and on Dayquill, we ate at Red Robin.
28. Favorite type chocolate bar? Why? What do ya got? I'll take it!
29. When was the last time you voted at the polls? I've never voted at the polls. I vote by mail. Again, not like it matters. Stupid red states....
30. Last time you ate a homegrown tomato? I dont know. I have a feeling I will be eating a lot more of them, when my parents move into their farm....
31. Have you ever won a trophy? Yea, like a softball one from elementary.
32. Are you a good cook? Honestly, I've never tried. Well, except this one time. I made chicken. It was painful. All these juice bubbles bounce all over, and they hit you and stuff. And it hurts.
33. Do you know how to pump your own gas? I pumped my sisters car in NC. I dont think I could have done it with out her. Because, no, I dont know how to pump my own gas. Thank you, Oregon.
34. Ever order an article from an infomercial? Noooo.
35. Sprite or 7-up? Both of them are my sick sodas. Gross.
37. What was the last thing you bought at a pharmacy? Pads. BECAUSE I HAVE PERIODS. I hope someone is blushing. Because I always blush when I buy pads. STILL. I'm like a boy buying a playboy or something. Sad. I'm all, like "Hey, cashier, I want this gum, and this candy bar, this bottle of soda, these Maxi-pads-with-wings, and batteries..." ::blush::
38. Ever thrown up in public? No. Unlike SOME people, I can hold my alcohol. Haha, jk. I love all yous people who cant hold their alcohol.
39. Would you prefer being a millionaire or find true love? EAAAAASY. A millionaire. Then I can spend the rest of my life having "untrue" loves. Haha, you know what I mean.... ::nudge nudge, wink wink::
40. Do you believe in love at first sight? No.
41. Can exes be friends? No.
42. Who was the last person you visited in a hospital? My mumsi
43. Did you have hair when you were a baby? No, I was a baldy. Yet, lovable...
44. What message is on your voicemail? Hi! It's Melissa, Leave a message. Or something like that.
46. What was the name of your first pet? Snuffy. Sweet Snuffy.
47. What's in your backpack? Mind your own business!
48. Favorite thing to do before bedtime? brush my teeth.
49. What is one thing you are grateful for today? My stomach.
50. What do you think about? I think about soup a lot.

Awww. We are all so cute... 

Mom, thats not a ciggy in my hand, its a pen. 

Sona took pictures of Tiva's birthday bash. Here are some that I stole from her site. I dont know what I am doing in this picture. 

Outting

I'm going to Seaside June 10th (Happy Birthday then Brenna!) and 11th. I'm gonna barbeque, and I will drink beer. Then I will go to the beach and polk fun at old ugly men ogling young scantily clad teen girls. And I will also laugh at the girls. And women with bleach white hair. Then I'll play FOOS BALL TILL MY WRIST HURTS, BABY! Then maybe I'll play some miniature golf. After another round of beer.

I bet it will be warmer at the coast mid June than it is in this freakin cold God-forsaken office. My lips are blue and I want to throw a chair at someone. Or crowd surf.

I like blue.

GAH

Scene

Melissa is sitting on her chair, eating an ice cream sandwich. Ryan Seacrest is talking utter nonsense on the television screen:
Ryan Seacrest: Scott, please step foward. Anthony, please step foward....and walk past Anwar over to the couch. Anwar....blah blah blah.
Melissa: AAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Melissa throws a fork at a picture of Jesus in her apartment.
Melissa: That's it! I cant, no I WONT, noo I'm too old.... My heart just cant.... God, he's ugly.
Darbie walks in the apartment, freshly back from her workout.
Darbie: What did I miss?
Melissa is silent.
Darbie: Oh God! Seriously? Who's out?
Melissa: ::whispering:: Anwar
Darbie: But Scott is so ugly.

End Scene

Lexi is such a model in this picture. Thanks, mom, for sending me the pictures! This is the picture that I put up on my wall. 

Darbie and I went to Urban Outfitters on Sunday and got this adorable shirt for sweet Lexi. It looks like Murphy is angry that he isnt getting any treats from Daddio.  

Looooooooooo

Scene....

Melissa is sitting on the couch. Eating. Melissa is always eating. Melissa is currently on her second ice cream sandwich of the night. American Idol is on TV. Scott Savel is singing, therefore Melissa refuses to look at the screen, and instead stubbornly stares at her toes.

Darbie enters the apartment and sees Scott Savel on the television.

Darbie: Ugh.
Melissa: This is my first ice cream sandwich.
Darbie: My legs hurt soooo bad. I took a serious beating last night I walked...
Melissa: It's totally Scott's week to go. He blows. And not in a good way.
Darbie: Oh. Good. But, my legs....
Melissa: We're walking 11 miles at the end of May, your legs better stop complaining.
Darbie: Oh yea, I think...
Melissa: I got stuck behind a train today.
Darbie: Wel...
Melissa: Oh! Shut up! Anthony is on.
Darbie: I'm over Anthony, who is he to not wear glasses? I mean...
Melissa: HA! Even A-Fed is better than Scott this week, this is a veeery good sign of bad signs for Scott.
Darbie: Oh! My legs hurt really bad. They have been hurting all...
Melissa: Bo better not be in the bottom three this week. I want to be in the audience cheering him on. But I wouldnt have a lame sign that says "Go Bo," I would have something like, "Be my Beau, Bo!" Then he would see the sign and fall in love with me. Then we would marry and have children. I would, of course, send you autographed pictures of him.
Darbie: Thanks. I cant feel my legs anymore. Is that normal?
Melissa: Yea, I think so.

End Scene.

Ah-ha!

I woke up this morning and saw a spider. Which was actually good, because I was too sleepy to be scared of it. So I killed it dead. Mwahahaha.

But it got me to thinking (when I was able to function a few minutes later) spiders not only are scary, but pointless and annoying. Just like...(you've guessed it!) Scott Savel! Scott Savel is the spider of the insect world! He is scary, annoying, and pointless. I want to squish him like I did the spider this morning with an old pair of socks.

Hmmm, what would the other contestants be....
Vonzell would be a ladybug, naturally. I love lady bugs.
Anthony would be a fly, just annoying and pointless, minus the scary.
Constantine would be an ant.
Bo would be a black widow. Now...before you say the obvious, "black widows ARE spiders" I just want to add, that black widows DEMAND respect. And black widows are the rockers of the insect world.
Carrie is, without a doubt, a caterpillar. Not yet a butterfly.
Anwar is a.....potato bug.

OK, I should work.

"That is one, one government that trying to screw you over, mwa ha haaaa" 

Note to self...

Never EVER claim one on your W-4 forms again!

I owe $686 on federal taxes and $210 on my state. Luckily I have parents who are helping out, but I swear I didnt make any money at all in 2004! How can I owe so much?

Haha, The Count would probably say, "That is one, one government who's really trying to screw you over, mwa ha haaaaa" I love me some The Count! He makes all sad situations funny again!

HAHAHA, Fantastic!

I had a review today. My reviews in the past have never really been reviews, you know. My 90 day review comes round, and no one fires me, so I figure that a good review. My year review comes round, I open my paycheck and find a two cent raise, I'm like, "Great! another good review!"

This is the first job where I actually have to sit with my boss and go over my performance. Here was the jist of it...

my boss: "Hey, Melissa, you're great, I have nothing bad to say about you, wont you please be a financial aid officer forever?"
me: "OK"
my boss: "Great! have an 8% raise."

Well.... not really. I got a good review, and I got an 8% raise, but no "You're brilliant," It was good though, I couldnt be happier. Hopefully I keep this up.

I missed American Idol last night to go out with Jme. I read the Television without pity recab of the show, and personally, I'm frikin glad I missed it. Pshhh.

TV W/Out Pity Recap

I woke up this morning overpowered by a love of Scott Savol, a real desire to see him win. His utter lack of grace or class, his quickly disintegrating voice, his hideous face and unsettling demeanor, his ungrateful and hateful lack of social skills…what can I say? I now find these things delightful. That's why tonight's episode was such a roller-coaster of emotion, by turns both terrifying and inspiring.
The Idols perform "When You Tell Me That You Love Me" one more fucking time, and highlighted, on the main, are Constantine, Bo, and Carrie, although Vonzell and Anwar have a nice duet and the girls come together in a hellishly off harmony. At one point the camera trucks across them upstage, and Scott gives such a delightfully disgusting face that I almost call to vote right then, even though it's Wednesday.
There's a fairly interesting "Day In The Life" segment where we break down their weekly activities. Thursdays, they pick next week's song. Friday, it's interview clips and weekly shopping. Saturday: recording and sometimes actual downtime. (This part was thrillingly narrated by Our Man Scott, who would seem to read at a robust fifth grade level! Good on you, Scott!) Sunday, they film the pimpomercial. Monday's the first band rehearsal. Tuesday is a walkthrough, dress rehearsal, and then live at 5 PST -- Scott explaining here that he doesn't normally wear makeup at home, which should put to rest those "WhiteTrashPlanetLove.com" rumors, and thank Fake Jesus for that! Wednesday, they freak out, then go to the studio to find out if Scott's safe. And he always, always is!
We quickly review: A-Fed and Anwar came out of nowhere, Nadia made up her song, Vonzell made banal into awesome, Carrie was great, and Bo and Con were carried by impressive light shows and exciting music. Scott had the most overwrought instrumentation of all, like he needed it, and then was justified in calling me a chump for not having the "guts" to half-ass it to the Final Eight on a wave of cognitive dissonance and white trash solidarity. I am a chump. Not even a criminal record!
Then: HORRORS! You guessed it. The bottom three each get to sing their favorite past songs, so Scott sings "Against All Odds." He does a bunch of slippery vocoder fake runs, and Paula lurches around cheering until Simon physically restrains her. Scott keeps stabbing his finger at himself and then up at God, who's totally like his special friend. His voice sounds completely shot and his vibrato goes painfully sharp at the end; we've been blessed with another tasteless Scott Savol performance, completely lacking in subtlety or work ethic. I'm so completely grateful.
Carrie and Anwar are safe, then Bo is in the bottom three. He talks a mess about how he couldn't care less about what happens, and I lose even more respect for him even as I agree with his point. He sings "Remedy" and it's fun. The remaining Idols dance around like assholes, totally "rocking out," particularly Constantine with his nasty-ass greasy ponytail. Bo gives Scott a dap and hug, like a total wuss. I mean, that's way more than Scott has ever given a fellow contestant on the Seal.
Simon explains that Constantine was "astonishing" last night because all of the ingredients: a totally stylized gimmick song, the disgusting perverted performance, the sticking out of the tongue, were all really ill-advised and stupid, but he managed to pull it off. I hate to agree with all of this, but I do, actually. Then Constantine won't shut the fuck up and let Ryan do his job, interrupting him more than Bo did, and finally lets Ryan tell him he's safe.
Neither Vonzell nor A-Fed will be in the bottom three this week, but if they were, they would sing "I Have Nothing" and "Every Time You Go Away," respectively. Nadia, who's totally going home tonight, then performs "You Don't Have To Say You Love Me," wearing a perfectly Nadia dress. Several times the vibrato gets a little less controlled than usual, but it's still as beautiful as the first time, and about halfway through, the cheers snap her out of it and she goes into the Whole Nadia Thing and it's nice. Then Bo and Nadia embrace while Scott ignores them both. Yeah, buddy.
Nadia proudly resists admitting she feels dumb for being "artsy-fartsy" to the exclusion of giving people anything to hold onto. It's fairly adorable when she starts laughing about how "unfortunately maybe that's not working anymore." Bo and Nadia take a step back so Scott, safe, can breeze by them like they don't even exist, and you know what, for somebody with his almost supernatural gift and ostentatious relationship with Fake Jesus, they practically don't.
Randy is disgusted, Paula actually knows that Bo is fine and basically says so, but Ryan still has to make with the suspense. Paula ruins everything. Bo is safe, and hugs Nadia, who gives a little speech and then starts crying immediately, so her eye makeup starts melting and drizzling into her eyes, and finally Ryan gives her his necktie so she won't have to deal with losing, crying, and being blinded all at once. Then she says goodbye to us and jokes around with the other Idols, who at this point look a bit more destroyed than she. Except Scott, of course.
Well, that's this week. Next week, though, I'm rooting for Scott the whole time. You hear me, Scott? It's all about you, baby. And as Judd, Nikko, Mikalah, Jessica, Lindsey, and Nadia can attest, I am a good, good friend to have. I only hope I can do for you what I've done for them, buddy.

I havent done one of these in a while....

These questions apply to your SENIOR year in high school. After your done reading your friends answers, erase them, fill in your own, and re-post.

During senior year:
1. What School did u attend?Westview High School
2. What year was it? 1999-2000
3. What were your favorite band(s) or artist(s)? 311, No Doubt
4. What was your favorite outfit? I went through a faze where I bought all the T-shirts I could afford. So t-shirts and jeans. Tennis Shoes. God, I wish I were wearing that right now too.
5. What was up with your hair? Uhhh, I think I wore my hair in a straight cut to my chin. Which, honestly isnt that different from what it is now. So I dont like the attitude of this question...
6. Who were your best friend(s)? Uhhh, Jme, Jen, Lindsey, Sarah, Brianne, Sona, Tiva
7. What did you do after school? Worked
8. Where did you work? Rock Creek Cleaners as a cashier and annoyed teenager.
9. Did you take the bus? Noooooo, I had a puegot, then I had my neon.
10. Who did you have a crush on? David. You dont know him....
11. Did you have a girlfriend/boyfriend and who? I had Luke.
12. Did you fight with your parents? Gosh, I dont remember. No?
13. Did you ever get detention? No, they never caught me.
14. Favorite Subject? Uhh, my favorite class was pottery. It was last term, so I had major senioritis. I had that class with Shobna (I didnt spell her name right...), the teacher was one of those who idolized the popular kids, so we were able to be present for role call, and then we could sneak out without her noticing. Haha, I think I stayed for a total of two classes to make the art. In my case "art". I tried making a face of a girl, when it came out... OH how I laughed! and laughed and laughed and laughed at my art. I got an A.
16. Who did you have a CELEBRITY crush on? Nick Hexum, naturally...
17. Did you smoke cigarettes? Still dont.
18. Did you lug all of your books around in your backpack all day? Yes, because thats what backpackswere for... Also I had a bottom locker under a freshman. I was not about to kneel befor a freshman.
19. Best event ever? Senior night. Jenga.....
20. Did you have a 'clique'? Hell ya.
21. Where was your Senior Prom at? I dunno, some warehouse....
22. Did you have a "Max" (hangout) like Zach, Kelly and Slater? A lot of people would go to Red Robin... I dunno though.
23. Admit it, were you popular? The term "Popular" makes me sneeze.
24. Who did you want to be just like? I didnt want to be like anyone. I just wanted high school to be over.
25. What did you want to be when you grew up? I wanted to major in history.
26. Where did you think you'd be at the age you are now? I dunno. Done with college. HAHAHAHA. ::sigh::
27. What was the color of your yearbook? Gray I think.
28. What was the colors of your school? Silver, Red, and Navy.
29. What was your school mascot? Wildcats. Haha. Original, I know.

Weeeeeeekend

Friday: I did go to Salem. I went to Salem in a Jeep. My date did not show up. So sad. Darbie got a grill for her birthday, much to my delight. I convinced Darbie to join Portland Fit with me. Portland Fit is a marathon training program. We are intending to walk the marathon come October. Later, we leave Salem (again much to my delight) and head off to Portland. We got a few drinks at a bar in NW. I get slightly tipsy, then Darbie tells me she's moving back in with her parents in August. In my head I question why my roommates keep leaving me for their parents. This would be the third in a row. Or as The Count would say, "That is three, three roommates who prefer their parents over you mwa ha haaaa." (sidenote, I wonder if The Count is going on a low-carbs diet with the Cookie Monster...)

Saturday: Darbie and I join Portland Fit and walk three miles. Then we plan a barbeque with Jme and Jen. I cut cheese and poored wine. It was actually quite classy. Minus the card table and hot dogs. The girls drooled over Ben Taylor (James Taylor's son), whilst I stood in a corner and drooled over Michael Buble. Later in the evening Jme left... Darbie, Jen and I head off to Sin City... a land where pretty prostitutes roam free, and people kill a lot of other people in super disturbing ways! Half way through the movie, the three miles I walked caught up with me, and my leg started cramping up. Luckily Clive Owen was able to distract me. I love that man.

Sunday: I slept. All. Day. I visited my parents briefly, just so I could get some Murphy love. Then I went home and slept. Also, I watched Desperate Housewives. Which was good.

Today: I start my Portland Fit homework and walk for 20 minutes. Hoo weeeeeee.

This is the blog that Melissa wrote!

50 minutes and I'm out-a here. Hahahaaaa. Take that week! I'm going over yonder to the land of Salem, Oregon tonight for a dinner with Darbie and her family. Her grandmother and I will be the only ones without dates. So unbeknowest (is that a word? it should be if it isnt) to grandma dearest, she is my date. Usually I'm not into older folk...like...romantically, but tonight shall be the exception. Now that I think on it, I'm not into females either....

Hunh. Oob Bla dee.

I got one of the best movies of all time through Netflix yesterday. It's "Bringing Up Baby" starring Cary Grant and whats-her-name... Katherine Hepburn. ::Nudge, Nudge/Hint, Hint Jenifer.... I predict a movie night coming up...::

[reading letter about new leopard]
Susan Vance: "He's three years old, gentle as a kitten, and likes dogs." I wonder whether Mark means that he eats dogs or is fond of them?

Well, ok. I'm done with this here blog.

This could very well be the most pointless and dumb blog entry I have ever written. Should I be proud or annoyed?

What!!!

I cant even... What the... I wont... What... First Bush now... What's wrong...

AMERICA!!!! I'm VERY dissapointed!

I actually blacked out for a second when Ryan announced that fattie was safe. And then I started yelling, which probably isnt the best thing to do when I just have recovered my voice. Then I called my mom and yelled at her for a bit. Then I hung up the phone and yelled at Darbie for a while. Then I stayed awake for hours fretting for the future of America.

I swear, I'm moving to Canada if that boy wins.

I hate Scott THIIIIIIIIIIIS much!

I hate Scott (American Idol Scott). I hate him so much, in fact, that I am renaming my blog from "Let the Melissa Begin" to "I Hate Scott" until that boy is off of AI.

He looks like an overgrown infant. With some weird beird thingy. And he cant sing all that well. SIMON WANTS HIM GONE. I WANT HIM GONE. KELLY WANTS HIME GONE. I'm SURE JENNIFER WANTS HIM GONE. .MY MOM WANTS HIM GONE. SWEET AND LOVABLE BEVERLY WANTS HIM GONE. So why is he still on?!!?

GAAAAAAAH!

Public Enemy #1

Haha, during my illness, the movie "Reefer Madness" came via Netflix. This movie was originally called "Tell Your Children" and was a propaganda film against marijuana in 1936. Hillarious flick, full of misinformation and bad acting! It begins with a principal informing parents of the dangers of marijuana. According to Dr. Carroll (the principal) marihuana (yes, thats how they spelled it) is more dangerous and addictive than opium, heroine, and cocaine. The symptoms include uncontrollable laughter, followed by hallucinations and violent behavior. Then Dr. Carroll tells a story about young Billy, who one day accidently smoked marihuana.

Apparently they have now made this movie into a musical with Neve Campbell. I may have to check it out.

The only thing missing from the movie, were Mike and the bots. ::sigh:: so sad.

Arg

So, I'm sickly. I have a temperature and I am not working. If I'm not shivering, I'm sweating buckets. I was sitting alone in my apartment this morning, then I got really really really bored with being sick. And I missed my dogs. You see, back in the day, when I was young, and little Snuffy was alive, I would get sick and sweet little Snuffy would snuggle with me and nurse me back to health. Twas very sweet. I mistakenly thought that if I came back to my parents place Lexi would snuggle with me here. Nooooo. Murphy is too jealous of a dog to let Lexi have all the attention. It was Murphy who had to snuggle with me. And let me tell you, a 129lb dog who has just been running out in the rain is NOT fun to snuggle with. His breath smells like fish today. Gross. I'm going back home now. I'm tired.