perspective

So I was having one of those perfectly pleasant Friday nights, a laid-back evening sandwiched between an especially challenging work week and a much-anticipated visit from far-flung friends. It's cold outside, and I'm a little sniffly from what is either an imminent cold or a burgeoning allergy to secondhand marijuana smoke, so it felt like a good night to stay in, make some soup (butternut squash with spicy sausage), try a new cocktail from my special new recipe book, and put some serious hours into my new television project (Doctor Who).

But then...you know how sometimes your TV ends up on some random channel after you've been watching your DVR? Well, I guess mine was on whatever retarded station broadcasts America's Funniest Home Videos, which (a) still exists and (b) is no longer hosted by Bob Saget. I was marveling at these facts as I walked through my living room when something happened to change my perspective on this Friday night at home: a video clip of a German Shepherd farting in a bathtub.

If farts could talk, I think the German Shepherd's would have said something like this: Welcome to Friday night, straight-up thirties style.