So this girl walks into the kitchen and finds her dog eating a puffy taco.
Sounds like the start to a joke, right?
I mean, I’m sure you’re expecting the follow-up to involve three rabbis in a rowboat, or someone somewhere crossing the road for some reason other than just to get to the other side…
Sadly, in this girl’s case, the story of the dog and the puffy taco is nothing other than cold hard reality.
And a visual metaphor for the crazy chaos that has been my first 17 days of 2013.
Do you ever see something in front of your very eyes and it just hits you?
Well that was me, watching sweet lil’ 9 lb. B. dominate the sad leftovers of last night’s vegan puffy taco feast.
I don’t know how he got his hands on that puffy taco. And I don’t know exactly why my reaction was to burst out laughing like a hyena instead of trying to tear it from his grasp and scolding him vigorously.
No. Instead I laughed, I offered to pass him the salsa, I went to my inner Zen place, and I acknowledged that I may need to slow down a little. Calm down a little. Secure the trash more tightly a little.