"Wag More, Bark Less"

I was a raging bastard yesterday.

That sounds like a cool drink, no? A "Raging Bastard"? Is that a drink? If not, I'm making it up right now. And actually...I don't think that the ingredients are going to define this drink. I think that from this point forward, any drink I pour (it has to be from the hands of Kevin Charnas) is going to be called a "Raging Bastard".

So, if you're over and I pour you water, as soon as I pour it, it is therefore known as a "Raging Bastard".

If I pour you a nice glass of Chianti or Merlot, or Semillon, no matter, they will all transform themselves into "Raging Bastards"!

Even milk poured from these aging, sweaty, Greek/Irish hands will hence forth be known as a "Raging Bastard". So, even babies can have this drink of choice.

And when I die? So does the drink.

Dude...I LIKE this!

Or maybe I should pour the "Stupid Bitch"? Oh no...I just checked, it's already a drink. A stupid drink, appropriately, but still.

I'll stick with the "Raging Bastard". I like the sound.

Okay, so anyway...I was a raging bastard yesterday. (The person, not the drink.)

And I saw a bumper sticker that said, "WAG MORE, BARK LESS".

And I thought, yes...there've been plenty of times when I should've barked MUCH less and wagged MUCH more.

And to think that I have these two VERY FINE examples right in front of me daily...

Our little girl, Wednesday Addams.

And our handsome boy, Gomez Addams.

After all, there's no influence like an example...

So, I'm going to try to "Wag More" and "Bark Less".

At least for now.