The little fucker. This is what I was stomping around saying yesterday morning which woke spouse up. That little fucker. The last we'd heard from Jimmy downstairs was last weekend when we reminded him that he still owed forty bucks for June. He said he was going to his Dad's house to borrow money. Then we didn't see him or hear from him all week. So yesterday when I finished my workout downstairs Full story...
What? I didn't do anything wrong, did I?So cute, how can you get upset at such a mug? He seems like a living doll sometimes he's so perfect looking.
You have to wonder why. Out of all the things he could have chewed on while we left him alone in the house, why does he have to choose the irreplacable thing.
There's really not much to talk about in my life right now except for Georgie. It has really been wonderful for me having a new friend.
The other day Dan came over for dinner and as the boys were preparing a pasta extravaganza, I put on the disc I'm in love with right now.
There is such panic around here about the flu pandemic. It's another case of the media whipping everyone into a frenzy for nothing.
What a pleasant treat to sleep in until 8am. That's the upside of getting laid off. I could have slept even longer too but some contractor came to the door insisting he had a counter to install here.
It's been quite windy and many of the trees have been stripped of their foliage. This makes for better sunrise viewing out the back window.
So there was an awkward moment yesterday at work. I arrived early as I always do to prep the room and maybe read the front page of the paper.
* Ain't he the cutest. I've got to take him into the vet this morning to get him a rabies shot. That way we can take him with us when we go down to Boston to visit friends for American Thanksgiving.
I'm just popping in for a quick hello. Classes are going swimmingly but boy am I wiped at the end of the day.
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