Vote for Charity: A Post from Mitch

Hey, y'all, it's me, Mitch.  I haven't really been here lately because I've been on snugglin' duty with mom.  She's pregnant for the second time.  The first was when she was about to have me.

Okay, well, that's a little story we tell in our family.  But it's time for me to come clean with you.  You see, I am not born of woman.  I'm actually born of dog, and when I was a tiny puppy the humans who owned that dog who had me took me and all of my biological brothers and sisters to the Humane Society, where my mom and dad found me and I charmed them with my lopsided ears and by chewing on my mom's jacket.  The Humane Society was actually pretty nice (and sometimes when I'm being super annoying my mom and dad say that they're going to take me back there, but I know that's just a joke), and the cool people there took care of me and all of the other dogs.

There's only two things I could say bad about the Savannah Humane Society.

1.  They named me Chico.
2.  They also love cats.

But in everything else, they're the bee's knees!  They even have a thrift store upstairs where I like to donate all of my used toys and collars and where sometimes I'll go buy some stuff.

And I just found out from my Aunt Cassie last night that the Savannah Humane Society is in a contest to win $100,000, and we're currently in first place.  Now, here's what I need you to do.  Vote.   It's super easy, and all you have to do is enter your email address and then verify that your email is real.  I mean, just think of all of the bones and treats and collars and beds that the Humane Society could provide to other dogs. . .and, fine, cats too. . .if they had that kind of cash.

So go vote.  Do it for all of the Mitchell Pancakes and Henry Parkers (I can swallow my hatred of cats for a hot minute if it means helping lots of dogs--plus, Henry's my cousin and I kind of respect him because he has to live with Fletcher.)

You can vote once a day from now until Halloween.  So what are you waiting for?

Click here to vote for the Greater Savannah Humane Society.

Don't make me get up in your face and bark.

For the Kids.

 Mitch gets so excited when Aunt Cassie arrives.

So, tonight we were totes* just hanging out with Cassie and talking and getting ready to make the most delicious chicken quesadillas that have ever been made in the history of planet earth, and there was a knock at the door.

And I thought it might be someone trying to sell us a security system, or trying to get us to pay them to mow  our lawn, or trying to get us to help them pay for their mother's medicine**  But it wasn't.  It was just two kids,  looking all cute and wearing their school uniforms, selling the WORLD'S FINEST chocolate.

Someone once told me that if a kid is selling something for a fundraiser, and you can afford it, you buy it.  I kind of (okay, totes) bought into that idea.***  So when I saw these kids and their fine chocolate, I hollered for Matt to give me a dollar.  And we bought our candy bar and the kids smiled and were on their merry way.

And then Matt noticed that the WORLD'S FINEST chocolate bars had buy-one-get-one-free Chick-Fil-A chicken sandwich coupons on them.****  And I, promptly, yell/whispered for the kids to come back, and I yell/yelled for Matt to give me five dollars.

That is some mighty fine chocolate.

And now I have six chocolate bars and six chicken sandwiches for the low, low price of $6.

Anyone want to come over for a fancy dinner?






*Matt totes turned me on to this version of the word totally, and I totes love it.  It may seem idiotic.  I don't care.


**There's forty dollars that we'll never see again.  Shoot.  That's a story for another time, mostly because it reveals what dumbasses Matt and I are.


***Puns really aren't that funny, are they?


****No, I did not allow my students to sell these same candy bars in class so long as they gave me their coupons (as long as they didn't want them for themselves).  Only a morally corrupt person would do such a thing.