Happiness. It's relative.

Hello. I am Swirl.
I ate part of a Covid test today. Just the package. I got interrupted before I got to the swabs and all the apparati. Or accoutrements. I get them mixed up.
I have eaten money and, you might be surprised to know, money goes right through you.
It’s not a contest, though. It’s not like I’m trying to be a dog that eats unusual and random things in the house. It’s just a feeling that comes over me, like a wave, and I have no choice but to pluck a shirt off the bed or eat a pen.
I’ve considered giving myself over to a higher power. But there is none.

Dear Swirl:
There is a banquet of cardboard awaiting you in your next door neighbor’s driveway. Ask your mom.
You’re welcome.
Oh, Swirl! You make life…more fun!
This is hilarious! – Tom
Swirl!! I’ve missed you so much and you made me snort laugh when you said you chose a Covid test to munch on. Smart to stick with the paper and not the accessories- oh look at that- I tossed in another “a” word for you to choose from! Hope you don’t think you have Covid- also hope no one else in the house thinks they have Covid. I don’t really want you to chew more things, but I do like it when you write a post on Jan’s blog.
i feel your pain..And it is empathy, not sympathy, if you get my drift.
I am like this if there is a bag of chips in my house