It's not you. It's me.

I've been remiss in my blogging lately. I blame the economy. And Locked Up Abroad for being televised. In one of this weekend's episodes, this dude swallowed like 67 baggies of cocaine and tried to smuggle it through an airport. Who could just turn that off and walk away? Not I, my friend. It's right up there with Intervention. I like to watch shows like that because they make me feel like I have it so together, which is evil, I know. But am I swallowing ridiculous amounts of narcotics before boarding a 16-hour flight to a foreign country in which the penalty for drug smuggling is a life sentence or execution by firing squad? No, I just forgot to blog this weekend. No biggie.

So while I work on an entry worthy of your time and money, I will leave you with this:

(Ed. Note: Ever since he was a puppy, I was adamant that though a Chihuahua, Jack would be a dog and thereby not wear clothes or be carried around as an accessory. He has however been sporting cute little T-shirts lately because he had to have surgery (don't worry, he's okay)--and those clunky plastic collars drive would drive him crazy--so the shirt keeps him from messing with the stitches on his side. But now for the weird part? He actually likes wearing clothes. Whenever I pick up one of his T-shirts he gets all excited and he actually lifts his paws to put his legs in the sleeves. I don't know how to explain it...)