Tuesday, March 5, 2013
“Geez, I didn’t think Alan would ever stop crying over that dead dog.” Márkus will announce to a bar full of people.
Which brings me to another thing that makes me cry. Dead pets. Sometimes I’ll stand outside my kitchen door, staring at the row of cat graves, and my emotions will get the best of me. If I get caught standing out there crying, I just blame it on the fumes from the garbage cans.
“Must be those onions Márkus threw out this morning.”
But the truth is just about anything can get me all emotional. Photos of dead pets, and dead relatives will send me into a teary funk. Even television news shows can trigger my tear ducts. Like when I see that orange tinted, droopy eyed, John Boehner standing in front of a camera with that ‘I just don’t know what to do’ look on his face. It’s so sad.