Bogs and Poodles

At work over the weekend a small child called out, “Mom, mom I found it!”

The mom walked over to the rack and frowned. “That’s not a dingo. That’s a poodle.”

I’m wearing snazzy boots today. The only downside to my boots is that when I walk, they click. There is no avoiding making noise on a cement floor. It makes me sound pretty self important.

I dislike humidity. Days like today, with humidity and ick make my hair go all frizzy, which is not a flattering look for me. I tried to combat it by slathering on the leave-in conditioner, but I don’t think it’s helping.

My professor is talking about bogs, and just as I was thinking, “I’ve never even seen a bog,” she said, “… and if you’re from southern California, you’ve probably never seen a bog.”