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We just had some crazy storms pass through the area. I was looking out the window and I thought for a brief second there was a tornado coming down the road. I also thought for a brief second I might poop my pants, but luckily neither one happened. In the middle of it all, Karen called and told me to be sure to save the cats. I asked, “What about me?” I could not tell for sure, but I think I heard laughter and then a dial tone.
I also had a termite inspection today. Well, our house not me. Anyhoo, looks like we have some in the early stages. They are coming to hose them out or whatever they do next Monday. They told me there would be tools involved and a truck of some sort, so I got that to look forward to.
I finally got to spend a Saturday night sitting in the waiting room of an all night animal hospital. Hooray. It all started when Juan Pablo, the stray cat that comes to our house for dinner most nights, showed up with his abnormally large head, which is both comical and unsettling at the same time, swollen up on the right side from what looked to be bite marks. Juan likes to fight. Alot. He’s got notches missing from his ears and scars all over his head. And now here he was with his huge head having grown even larger. And to top it off, there was a stream of gross looking liquid running out of one of the holes. (more…)
I haven’t been writing much here lately because I have been hard at work learning PHP and creating a brand new football board section for this site. I don’t know how I found the room in my brain for more crap, but I did. Of course, now I can’t remember the names or birthdays of most of the people I know, but at least I can still remember to put pants on each day. In fact, right now I have on a pair of cargo pants. They are void of cargo at the moment, but later I plan to haul around a few thumb drives and a tube of chapstick. I might throw in a roll of scotch tape also.
This morning, a skunk blew up on our deck. Partly because Karen shot it, and partly because it didn’t like being shot. She squeezed off about eight rounds into it and it died pretty quickly, but not before squeezing off a round of it’s own. (more…)
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