I’ve always envisioned coup leader as my ultimate career goal. All the aptitude tests said I’d be good at it. They also coincidentally said I’d be good at being an engineer, but since I’m horrifically stupid at math I think they meant the person who drives the train.
But if I got to take over a country, I’d be so, so good at it. I wouldn’t start out with killing people or making them change their religions and there would be no book burnings except of children’s books that don’t rhyme. I love me a good rhyming picture book.
Obviously, this has not come to pass. But if I ever do get the chance to take over something, even if it’s just a corporation or something in a major stakeholder buyout thing, I’m prepared with my legions of worshipful followers. In the form of one undersized and very stupid dog.
What my dog lacks in physical stature and mental capacity, though—and I mean she doesn’t have the mental capacity to walk into a darkened room without falling down, and falling down for her only means moving about two inches—she more than makes up for in worshipfulness. This dog literally sits outside the bathroom door and waits for me to get finished showering so she can drink the water that’s left in the bottom of the tub. THAT is adoration, people.
I’ve given this a lot of thought and I realize there were a number of famous czars and dictators and emperors who had this kind of effect on people, but those leaders also had to have royal tasters to keep them from being poisoned. How awesome could they have been? Doesn’t every willing-to-die-for-you-subject get negated by every assassination attempt?
I mean, sure, so there’s a servant somewhere who drinks your bath water to prove his loyalty. So what? Good grief, he’s got to be crazy! Your claim to fame is that you surrounded yourself with people who are just psychotic enough to lick your feet, and you BRAGGED about it? Desperate for friends much, are we?
Nope, I’ll take a standoffish cat any day, and I hate cats. But at least you know where you stand with them. They’re not going to stretch their lean bodies out over a mud puddle for you, then run inside and rip holes in the crotch of all your underwear with their claws. They’re going to let you know that you are only around to work the can opener for them. Hmmm. Maybe you could soften them up by drinking their bath water.
8 thoughts on “It Doesn’t Cost Much to Adore Me”
Greetings. *bows* I apologize for taking so long to reply. We’re busy with end of school and both boys graduating (high school and Junior High). I realize it is a pathetic excuse… 😉 In any event, that’s why I have taken so long. Yes, I do dishes. I also dust, clean bathrooms and vacuum. No, I’m not perfect, in case you were thinking it. Just trainable, I guess.
I hope life has been treating you well. I haven’t been blogging much this past week and it doesn’t look to get better until next week. *sigh*
James Garcia Jr.
Chief of Staff
Your personal life is of no importance if you are to be my Chief of Staff. Who will make sure there are no lima beans in my seven-bean salad while you’re off flittering around at your child’s appendectomy? Who is going to make sure my car’s tires all face the same direction in when you’re busy having your jollies at a root canal? Hmmm???
warning to James. Never, EVER offer to do the dishes for anyone with dictator aspirations! One little plastic up out of place and you will never hear the end of it…….Just sayin’ She really does deserve that hot bath with the fancy soap and a nice cold beverage though 🙂
You are officially named my Chief of Staff.
I adore you. No bathwater drinking tho!
Then I’m really going to question the depths of your adoration. Just sayin’. 🙂
Okay, we do adore you, but couldn’t we have some..ahem, easier things to do than drinking bath water? How about drawing the bath and making sure that the temp is just right…or making sure you had all of the little special soaps…or doing the laundry. Something like that. It doesn’t have to get all crazy… Does it? *anxious grins*
First of all, in my world it ALWAYS has to get that crazy. But you just became the best human on Earth for offering to do my laundry. Do the dishes and you’ll be elevated to demigod status!