undulating alces & gay-nines

Rock.

Yeah.

Ing.

Yeah.

Moose.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

ROCKINGMOOSE.

(what will be the final touch on Master Nipsy's room)

Speaking of masters - tonight Matt's in the yard playing fetch with Councilman Doug "Hudson" Wilson-Nipper and I heard him say to the boy, "You're not an ass. You've never been an ass. You'll never be an ass. I'm the ass." And I cock my head at a 45 degree angle and ask if he's forgotten the last year we've spent with this creature (granting the last statement as true). Turns out Matt was saying master, not ass.

Going off the ass thing (cool-ass, not ass-ass), I asked Huddie what fraternity he was going to pledge and we started discussing the kind of dude he'd be in dog college and how you'd want him for your brother or best friend and Matt said, "He'd be pulling so much tail," and I concurred, adding that he'd even be tapping that chihuahua from Legally Blonde. Then I remembered Bruiser's a boy.

And as parents, Matt and I are totally cool with that.