Maggie has gotten into something in the backyard this morning. She has scratched continuously since she came in. She gets the funniest look on her face as she furiously digs at her cooties. Her tongue sticks out. Her eyes close. And she is prone to falling over in bliss when she hits an especially scratchy spot. I picked her up and put her in my lap to give a thorough flea check. No fleas were found. It must be chiggers. And now my legs are itching something terrible as well. What ever Maggie has is contagious and catching.
T-minus Ten Days to Disaster...
I found out this morning that George's longtime crackhead girlfriend gets out of jail in ten days. Just ten more days of "normal" George and I worry all hell will break loose. This bodes very badly for George. All he can think of is s-e-x. He's like me and hasn't had any in months. The way he will describe what fun he is going have is lewd and lascivious so I wont offend you by repeating it.