Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Today is Mrs. Viper's birthday. We awoke early this morning to the pitter patter of Dobson's feet. The poor guy had diarrhea and couldn't wait any more. My lovely wife went down to let him outside. A few minutes later she called up to me. The dog's butt needed washing. Before 7 a.m., there we stood, hosing down our dog's hind quarters. Mrs. Viper bravely soaped his rear while I held him still. I got off so easy. Dobson wanted to walk it off immediately afterward, and so the family took a stroll around the block together. Upon returning home, I made my wife close her eyes while I disappeared upstairs to wrap her present (i.e., not my genitals) and make her a card. When I returned, she was happy to see the small package (i.e., not my genitals). While I did the dishes, she made us breakfast. My wife is the best. We both have to work today, but we shared a pleasant morning together on her special day. Happy birthday, gorgeous. I love you megatons.