Doritos and German Shepherds

Right now...these two things are on my UGH list.

1. I have a weakness. Doritos. The orangey goodness talks to me through the bright red bag, and I get fooled into eating a ton of them. And then I feel like I'm dying for the next 3-5 hours and promise myself that I will just eat lettuce tomorrow or maybe do a liver cleanse because surely my liver is dyed orange. I know that I'll be sent in this downward spiral every time I eat them because it's happened a million times since I became too old to eat orangey gross cheese. I try to be healthy and not eat such obvious junk, but about once a year I end up succumbing to the talking bag on the shelf. And so now, I'm in the dying stage. Tomorrow, I promise I"ll just eat lettuce. Promise.

2. A German Shepherd named Clover, though so cute with her GIANT tall ears, sheds so much. I don't just mean like you get to work and realize you have dog hair on you. I mean the kind of shedding where she runs by you and you look at your pants leg and realize it is now covered in white fur, as if you are actually the dog. So much fur that she must be fur-less. But she's not. She's still furry. There are tufts of Clover fur all over my house. I vacuum. A lot. And still...white fur. My house is not visitor-friendly right now or perhaps won't be until June or August because if you come here now, you will leave with at least a surface layer of white fuzz that covers you, head to toe.