A Colonoscopy Sounds Like Fun
Tiger me growls, kicking the dog on the floor.
She yelps, giving me the “I love you no matter what” eyes.
That makes Tiger me mad, so she wakes up Trixie.
They start wrestling around, growling and biting.
Trixie is scratching her eyes out. I get to work and get sent home.
It was not a dream. I have pink eye.
I guess all that crusty stuff I did not see in the mirror meant something.
I do not look into mirrors any more.
Or closets.
There are probably raccoons in there
And as much fun as it is thinking of them trying on my clothes,
What if they are also defecating in there? Who is going to clean that?
My day is beginning with a bang.
A colonoscopy? Sure. Sounds like fun.
How about next Tuesday?
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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