Puppies!
My friend sent me a live feed of puppies playing earlier today. So, of course, I had no choice but to spend upwards of two hours staring at the screen. The feed reached new heights of adorableness. It really did. Its innocence was insurmountable, should anyone wish to surmount it. I’m not here to judge.
Any time someone said a negative word to me, or my mind strayed to my shaky financial future, I would click back to the window of insta-delight. Life was good.
I set the window aside for a while, and decided to read the news and catch up on anything I may have missed in my puppy-infused bliss. It turns out, one of Hef’s bunnies got engaged, and there’s going to be a Sex and the City sequel! Wooooo. By the way, did you know America elected its first African-American president?!? I’m always the last to know.
Several, dare I say, MANY minutes passed before I remembered to check in on my furry friends. Shamefaced, I clicked on the window and tried to resume my appreciation. AND THERE WAS NOT A PUPPY IN SIGHT. I almost LOST it. I stared in confusion for a long while, trying to imagine my life without the puppies. The gaping void was unacceptable. Am I supposed to start having actual hobbies? Make actual friends? Talk to my family? I’m really not prepared to behave in these circumstances.
Fortunately, the puppies were just playing outside of the cage. They returned while I was midway through dialing my mom’s number. I hung up and continued my life as if nothing had happened.
Fin.
