When your last blog post is titled "Pedialyte and Peanut Butter", it feels awkward to write down my feelings about the tragedy that occurred today in Boston. It's much easier to write about your dog doing dumb stuff and posting funny pictures. Here goes anyways...

A marathon is 26.2 miles. I couldn't run that far in a week. I can only imagine how amazing the feeling must be to cross the finish line of an event like the Boston Marathon. Today was supposed to be a celebration for the thousands of people that completed this test of physical endurance. Instead, our nation is mourning after two explosions occurred 600 feet before the finish line.

The first image I saw of the bombing was from one of my twitter followers. It clearly showed a person whose entire leg from the thigh down had been ripped off, blood freely flowing from the wound. Instantly I became sick to my stomach. It's almost 9pm right now and the sickness in my stomach hasn't gone away. Why? I've seen plenty of horrific images in my life.

Tonight I think I figured it out. It would be a tragic story to hear about a runner being killed 600 feet before finishing the race of their life. But then I realized that it would be much more gut wrenchingly sad to find out your loved ones, including your children, were killed on the sidelines while cheering you on.

Alright guys, I have some shocking news. You may want to take a seat, and if you're already sitting, please stand up and then sit back down. Thank you. No brace yourselves...

I have ADHD.

I know, I know, please pick your jaws up off the floor and pick up the little pieces of your brain because I sure your mind was just blown.

Anyway...what was I talking about?...ah yes, ADHD. One of the small joys that comes from having a short attention span, other than getting some sweet generic Adderall (which don't worry, my doctor clearly told me they aren't for sniffing and should only be taken orally) is that I am easily entertained.

So for your viewing pleasure I am going to start a segment (similar to Boomer Don't Give A Shit) called "5 Second Attention" where I will be uploading short videos and animations that I have made with my 5 second attention span.

So let's get this party started off right...

You know that you and your best friend/Hetero Life Partner share a truly strong Bromance when even your dogs begin to behave like each other.

Exhibit A:

Kuma don't give a shit.

 "Are you sitting there? Oh well I think I am going to sit here too. Don't mind me, I am actually 1/3 parrot and 1/3 cat as well as dog. I hope you like dog butt in your face."

I guess when you're only 20lbs you can make anywhere your seat. anywhere.