The Boasting Hall

I've finally encountered a meme I just can't do. I don't have any self-loathing so to speak, and self-loathing is usually a cornerstone of depression... I just can't think of much of anything that I'm worth bragging about, especially not 20 things. Many times I wonder, since I usually feel like I'm an incredible waste of space, why the Universe didn't put someone with real potential into my place? Why am I sitting here & not someone who could have changed the world? Did the world really need yet another worker bee to keep the wheels of local government turning?

Here is a list of good things about me, without apologies, without negating exceptions, and in no particular order:

1. My dog likes me.

2. I give good mind

3. I can multi-task


Chelsie (and Rob) survived her first trip to the vet. She's healthy & happy & that's all that matters. We're still having to determine if we're focusing on bite <i>inhibition</i> with her, or if we need to switch to bite <i>prohibition</i>. My hands are all torn up & she keeps going for Rob's nose.
 

Another Deviant!

My friend Lisa is spreading her wings qess.deviantart.com. She doesn't have a lot up there yet but she promises more to come.

I can tell you from experience, her dreamcatchers are substantial pieces of arty goodness - these aren't like, flimsy little keychain trinkets. Whatever nightmares you have are gonna get tangled up in one of these bad boys.