Hows about backwards.
You know what's uber awesome after four days on a houseboat? Make up. Make up is uber awesome.
Don't get me wrong, I was totally digging the whole bare naked face thing at Lake Powell. Until I got home. And I actually looked in a mirror.
If Gad wanted our faces to be bare naked, he wouldn't have invented mirrors.
You know what else rocks after four days on a houseboat? A hot bath.
But even a hot bath doesn't rock as hard as picking up your puppy from the babysitter's.
OMGOSH! Have I mentioned that I have the cutest puppy on the face of the earth? When we picked her up from the babysitter's she was so gosh dang, gol darn, flippin, floppin, rootin, tootin adorable. Even when we disappear for a week she lubs our guts to death. How's that for unconditional?
I lub her guts to death too.
In fact I wish my guts could be more like her guts. Her guts don't have abandonment issues. Every single time she sees us she stops, drops and rolls over onto her backside, wriggling around all open-hearted and vulnerable like.
If my owners left me for a week, I'd have my paws folded tightly across my chest upon their return. And I'd have my nose in the air like I just didn't care.
But that's just me.
I have a feeling that my puppy, Lulu is rubbing off on me though because I've been feeling some weird things. And doing some weird things too. Like at Lake Powell, there were all these shells scattered across the shoreline. Some of them were coupled up and complete.
It was the most bee-U-tiful thing I'd ever seen.
Can't they all just get along?
As Hamlet would say "It hath made me mad!"
And sad. Super super sad.
There's a Jack Johnson moral here, simple, yet profound, as all Jack Johnson morals are:
We're better together!