My favorite part of the day, is my drive home after work. Not because it’s the end of a work day or I drive though amazing landscape. It’s because my mind creates the most bizarre storylines when I’m driving home.
I think the drive is my minds way of unwinding from a crazy work day, and some of the things it comes up with is pretty damn good, like HBO quality good.
For example, I’ll tell you the little adventure it sent me on during last nights drive.
It all started with me thinking about this Instagram account I’m following called Camping With Dogs. It’s filled with tons of great photos of people camping with their dogs, hence the pretty spot on account title. Here’s a little taste of some of the visual gold you’ll find on their page.
GORGEOUS! So I started thinking that we should really take Orko camping. And then I started imagining all the amazing photo’s we’d take of him being his normal cuteness, but now in camp mode.
My Mind: Ya, and we could take him to the ocean, he’s never been!
Me: Oh my god that’s right! How amazing would that be?
My Mind: Well let me show you!!
And it did!
And it was fucking horrifying.
First it showed us out on a boat in the ocean, having a great time. Orko would jump off then paddle back to us with his big dopey smile on his face.
But then we saw a shark swimming right for Orko, so being the doggy mommy that I am I grabbed a bowie knife and leapt into the air towards the shark!
Me: Where did I get the knife?
My Mind: What?
Me: Well we’re out on a boat in the ocean, kind of hard to believe Hubby and I brought a bowie knife… we don’t even own one.
My Mind: Fine, fine, how about a screwdriver? Can still be used against the shark and you had it on the boat incase of engine problems.
Me:… okay, I can see that.
So grabbing the screwdriver, I ignore Hubby’s warning shout, and leap into the air onto the back of the shark, stabbing it in the eye.
Me: Tail.
My Mind: What?
Me: Well if Orko is swimming towards the boat and the shark is after him and I leap from the boat onto the shark then I’m facing it’s tail, not it’s face.
My Mind: FINE!
You land on the back of the shark using the momentum you grab onto it’s dorsal fin and flip yourself around so you’re facing it’s head and STAB IT IN THE EYE!
Me: Wow! I’m kind of a badass.
My Mind: More like a pain in ass.
Me: What ever, you had me jump a shark, that’s pretty much the kiss of death for creative writing in any tv show.
My Mind: … I hate you.
But That's For Another Blog 