Today, Lou's first issue of _Teen People_ came. Because we consider ourselves hands-on owners, and are concerned about our dog's value structure, we looked through it to see if it would be appropriate for him. We came to the conclusion that reading _Teen People_ is just like watching TV only not noisy, and we plan to sit down with him and look through it together, so that we can talk about it.
During our trek through the seamy underside of celebrity-worship, we came across an ad that for some reason involves JLo in tight pants bending over with her ass to the camera. We laughed, and said derogatory things about the ad, and then later (because we (that is, humanity) are basically monkeys with nice clothes, and monkeys are imitative,) I said, "Hey look, I'm JLo!" and stuck my ass out at Other. I did this a couple times and we laughed.
And about 20 minutes later I realized that I'd thrown my back out pretending to be JLo.
Today's Lesson: It's Hard To Be JLo.
*but not quite.
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