Fluffy and I have watched about fives movies this week. We have consumed so much food! Fluffy, peanut butter and bacon bits. Mega, tons of chips and hot chocolate.
Movies: Sunday at Tiffany’s was the hot man and happiness. However, Marry Me, was the hot man with money.
As I was sitting down, scourging down food down my throat, and with Fluff on my lap. My mind began to wander.
Although, Fluffy is there when I am in need, I tell him all my secrets and jokes. Sometimes, I even dance in front of him, to show my newest moves. Likewise, I am always available when he needs me, walk him and comfort him.
But here I am, on a Friday night. Single, probably going to be the thinest and wrinkle-less, but avoiding all social situations. It’s not that I become a hermit, its’s because I am contemplated with two things I want.
These lovey-dovey movies are creating a haze between fantasy and reality. I want to find the man of my life, however, I want to be with my dog. He means the world to me…
From the picture, you can see that I have a large list. A man with high ambitions can only fit those shoes. I can’t win.
I wish (and as I gaze into the stars….) that the man of my dreams will come to my door,point at Fluffy, and say, “I love you, damn it.. I do! And I love that dog too!”
DING DING. WIN.
…if only life went according to dreams…