True Story

The other day I went to run an errand. I was quick and efficient. Like a machine.
I digress.
On my way home, I was listening to a great song. I enjoyed the tunes and sang along.
I digress again.
I get home and lock the car. This is like second nature to me. I just click the button-BAM- it is locked. I don't have to be super-dooper close to the car like Volkswagens!
I digress further.
I stick my key in the door and immediately hear Saber (our dog) yelping in excitement that I am home. He really is quite the cheerleader of greetings. No one walks into our house without a TEXAS-SIZE greeting from this tiny bag of bones (he weighs 15 lbs wet).
I digress yet again.
So, I walk in the door and my dog not only jumps in joy but then proceeds to dry heave. He was so stinking happy to see me that I almost made him barf. I had to calm him down, hold him and try to help him keep his lunch, not to mention keep our floors clean!

You get the idea. So, you will know if you are worthy if our dog wants to barf when you arrive at our door.