They make life better

My friend, Tom, who is really, really good looking and has a nice voice and good taste in shoes (let’s just get all that out there right now), was over the other night to “learn” some photo editing tools from me.   I, of course, don’t know much about these tools other than some of them are simple buttons and, oh yeah, that one tool is CS2 that will magically remove the big red pimple on your face in a photo.  Oh, that I know.  But other than that, yeah, not so much.  But Tom is too cute to not lie to about my skills and so I said “sure, come on over.”

Tom and I, who’ve known each other for years and have not dated and will not, were sitting at my desk with our laptops unfolded and just clicking around with a few photos.  He would ask something smart like “how can I lighten this foreground?” and I would reply with something like “ummm, try clicking on that button with the arrow.”  So we’re going through photo after photo and Tom gets up to go to the bathroom or something and I lean over to his laptop to scan through and try to find another photo for us to “fix.”

I’m flipping through and there are mountains and dogs on mountains and Jeeps and other rugged, manly things and then I click onto a photo of a woman.  Standing on a bar.  I don’t need to elaborate more but rather just tell you that, of course, as life always works, Tom walks back in at that precise second and I turn around and look at him; and though there are no less than seven million words going through each of our minds at that moment, not one of us can say anything.

The room is silent, the clock on the wall is stunningly audible.  And just then, as if sent from above, my dog, who’s sitting at my feet, lets out the biggest, loudest fart I have ever heard.   Silence broken.  Positions at own laptops resumed.

Don’t let anyone ever tell you there aren’t endless reasons why owning a pet will enrich your life.