I don't understand why the dogs must wrestle RIGHT UNDER ME. As I type you, my stupid CHAIR keeps being jostled and it is annoying.
But that is not why I gathered you all here today. I gathered you all here so you'd stop talking about sports in the comments. Mother of pearl, sports are dull.
Today I have many unnecessary topics to cover for you, and when you are done you will say, "Why did I waste my time at this blog today?" Read on, won't you?!
Faithful Reader Pal from MA sent me many pictures from our childhood, including this one where we are drunk at the zoo. I remember this day, because I remember all days and no one ever believes me about my memory, which is irritating. Anyway, this was Pal's birthday (I think her fifth birthday) and after this we went to Bill Knapp's for dinner. Some idiot asked if we were twins. Even at five and almost-five we rolled our eyes at each other. HOW COULD IT BE JUST HER BIRTHDAY if we were twins?
People are morons.
What slays me about all the photos Pal sent is that we have to be alike in some way in these pics. And how much do you like me for saying "pics"? I mean, note we are dressed alike here, and we'd probably done the same number of shots.
I have recent pictures of me on this same dolphin at the zoo. And yes, this is the zoo of which I own the zoo sign that remains in my mother's garage. Hi, mom! Hi, zoo sign!
Here is a photo from Sunday night, after I'd taken Henry to the emergency vet literally six minutes after I'd gotten home from D.C. I like this photo of me, tired, with the dogs and the phone, waiting to hear what was up with my Hen.
Henry is doing well. He takes his pills like a good boy because I stick them in Pill Pockets. Whoever invented those is my friend. He is off his pain meds (Henry, not the person who invented Pill Pockets) and just taking antibiotics. Marvin keeps calling him Shaved Ice and his little leg does look pathetic, doesn't it?
Poor Henry. Cats without fur would be gross.
Also, for you non-cat owners, I know you want to come over and eat soon, what with my cat on the kitchen counter and all. You know how you worry we all let our cats wander all over the tables and counters when you're not there? Yeah. We do. And note how he's right near the plates!
Finally, Marvin and I have a goal. Remember I was supposed to have a goal? We are going to lean Spanish. Ole! Then we want to go to Spain. I am fascinated with Spain because Barry Gibb conceived his last child in Madrid. Yes, I am berserk. My mother used to say if I paid attention in school the way I paid attention to Barry Gibb trivia, I could cure cancer.
Whatever.
So that is the story. We think we are gonna get those Rosetta Stone things because we hear they're good. Then we have to come up with 8 million dollars to get to Spain. Then we have to invite Barry Gibb to come along. Because apparently Spain makes him randy.
And finally, should I be concerned about this shot? What did I walk in on, here? Is Edsel the North Carolina strangler? Do you need thumbs to strangle someone? What would Barry Gibb have to say on the subject, do you think?
Sadly, this extremely one-subject-ed, thank-God-I-wrote-it post must come to an end, as I must shower and get into my street attire.
I would sign out by saying goodbye in Spanish but I do not know how. Sayonara? Au revior? Bueno?
Crap.
