I wish I were a dog. Or a man.

I feel lousy today. The prednisone I'm taking for the poison ivy keeps me awake all night, so I'm sleepy. Plus, I'm now coming off the prednisone, and that makes me feel crappy and irritable.

But I drug myself out of bed, took the kids to mom, and went and worked out. Came home to eat a bowl of cereal for lunch, and a gnat flew in my eye about 50 times then killed himself in my bowl of cereal. As I was dumping my cereal down the disposal, I looked into the living room and there my D-dog lay sleeping.

"Man," I thought, "It sure would be nice to be a dog." Able to just lay around sleeping, knowing that someone will keep me healthy and fed, they'll clean up after all the messes I make, and they'll shovel my crap.

Then it occurred to me that this describes men also. So I'd like to become either one. Being a woman is just too much hard work.