the no-boo boo
October 29, 2010
I have had some people ask me if we got boo’d this year. Or, more specifically, Bad Boo’d.
This question reminds me of a question from Bill Simmon’s mailbag, that I just now got done reading:
Q: In your next mailbag can you post a photo of your mutt Olivia with a poll so the readers can weigh in and ultimately decide how ugly the dog is?
— Ryan, Alexandria, Va.
SG: True story: I was taking cell phone pictures of her last night when my wife noticed and said, "I know what you’re doing, you want to put a picture of her in your column so people can see how ugly she is. YOU ARE A TERRIBLE HUMAN BEING!!!!!!!!!!!!" And since the wife gets half of everything in California, no questions asked, well … no picture of Olivia. Sorry. Trust me, it’s for the best. She looks like we bought her from Dr. Moreau.
Okay then. That is our Boo experience in a nutshell. We are in year three of the Bad Boo’s and each year we set a new low. This Boo was bad enough that Kim preemptively forbad me from taking pictures the moment she saw it.
I don’t know who you people are, but I’m already looking forward to the turd sandwich we get next year. If I don’t move first.