WHERE CAN I SIGN UP FOR A BORING LIFE?

Today a friend blogged and said she read my blog and that I do fun stuff and that her life is boring. Fun stuff? I'd trade for a boring life, really I would. Where can I sign up? Some days I'd like to run away and change my name and dye my hair and be somebody else. I won't bore you with my big problems but here's a little one that has happened recently.
Her Excellency of Mousehole has brought her wee doggie home for a while. Wee doggie is supposed to "wee" on something called a "Potty Pad." And supposed to poop there too. So far I see no pee spots. WHERE is he going? I'm frantic trying to find out. Oh my gosh, do you know what the house is going to smell like before long? Not to mention the germs, etc. I am holding my head in my hands here. I'd take a picure to show you but I've been out in the snow and my hair is a mess. Besides that, my facial twitch would scare you.

Yesterday wee doggie pooped behind the chair in the living room. I sighed a lot and shook my head and whined and twitched. Then I picked up the poop with a paper towel and put it on the Pottie Pad, hoping he would get the idea. Did he? Here's the story as Phil related it.
"Kramer came into the kitchen and drank some water," Phil said. "Then he went over to the Potty Pad and looked at it. Then he went back and drank some more water. And then he pooped by the stove."So there you see, my friend with the boring life, my life is not so fun. This is the least of my concerns but it is a concern and it's driving me s-l-o-w-l-y insane.

Twitch, twitch.