Ode to Scrubby the imaginary paper dog

So I'm chatting with Tina at the bank today, and we somehow get on the topic of imaginary friends.

Turns out she had one that told her to burn things.

Anyway, I said 'Tina, there's this guy with a blog who writes about his invisible paper dog, Scrubby.'

I mean, I have a REAL cat, named Mittens, who just adores Star Wars and warm trays of brownies forbreakfast as much as I do - we are kindred spirits.

To top all that off, we both have very strong opinions about Tibet and feel that it's plight is directly linked to the success or failure of international soccer teams.

But watching movies, at home, alone with a fake paper dog? What a wacko.

In other news, look for a post later this week about a new toilet seat I should be receiving via snail mail. Turns out you can get ones that are heated. Cold toilet seats just aren't any fun. If I'm going to spend six hours on the can in a day, I may as well be comfortable. You have to make sure everything gets out.

I saw 'Wedding Crashers" earlier this week. A great movie all around, though that Rachel McAdams "hottie" has nothing on the sex appeal of Kathy Bates. She can tie me up and hold me captive in a cabin in the snowy woods any day of the week. Meeeyow! ;)

Current music: Journey's greatest hits
Current mood: Emotionally bloated

For more information on Scrubby's plight, visit:
http://harrydunne70.blogspot.com/