If you noticed it in the title, I have more than one.

I’d like to think of the number of scars is two and a half.

This is what it’s come to people.  Set a goal to publish a daily blog in what the Mayans predicted to be the shortest year, and coming up with material to fill that goal in the early part of March has become a challenge.

It’s a lazy Saturday.  I worked out earlier, clipped my fingernails, and cleaned out the wax in my ears.  After that, we took our muzzled pit bull to the vet for her regular check up.  As we entered the lobby, we encountered a red nosed pit bull.  Fortunately, I was able to turn away from him before our pit bull Hope could see him.  It’s not that I was worried about the other dog, as much as I was about that fact that Hope is aggressive with other dogs.  Add that to the fact that she hates the vet (who saved her life earlier this year), the environment was ripe for an incident or two.

Later on we dined on nachos for lunch.

Goodfellas was on A&E a little while ago, and now Ocean’s Eleven is occupying the TharpSter 42″.

Now, I’m sitting here pondering whether to write about my scars and whether to label one of them as my favorite.

What has the blogosphere come to?