I'm fighting a cold right now, which means what little energy I have is being channeled into the final round of copy edits before Believe it or Not goes to print.
In case you're wondering, I've now read the manuscript 74,389 times.
Since many of you show up here expecting a laugh, I feel like I should at least share something that made me giggle recently.
I've told you before how my two 27-year-old housemates have plotted to use my dog as a chick magnet. Late last week, the two boys took my dog out for a hike in the snow. They returned home soggy and exhausted, but gushing excitedly about the newspaper photographer who snapped their picture.
"We're going to be famous," one of them deadpanned. "You'll be asking for our autograph on Saturday."
"Chicks love famous guys," the other agreed.
"Don't worry," the first housemate assured me. "We made sure to give the photographer the correct spelling of the dog's name."
Saturday morning, I heard them both up rustling around much earlier than usual. I came downstairs to find them frowning at the front page of the Local News section.
In case you can't read that, here's what it says:
A stroll through fresh snow
Bend residents [Tawna's housemate], 27, left, and [Tawna's housemate], 27, along with their dog Bindi, return to their car after a hike to Tumalo Falls west of Bend on Friday afternoon. Snow was about a half a foot deep along the trail. Look for the Well, shoot! field trip to Tumalo Falls on Page C1 in Tuesday's edition of The Bulletin.
The housemates watched me as I read it. "What do you think?"
"You mean besides the fact that it makes you sound like life partners?"
They both scowled. My gentleman friend picked up the paper and studied it. "What a nice young gay couple out for a walk with their dog," he said.
"Not that there's anything wrong with that," I added. "So much for using the dog as a chick magnet."
So that was the highlight of my weekend (albeit, perhaps not theirs). How about you?