You know it’s bad when the highlight of your morning is that your cat finally, after a week of the alternative, had a solid poop.
I’m thinking Poppa had something to do with this
There was a lot of screaming at our house on Sunday. A lot.
More suckage
I just found out that a very good friend of mine, who has talked often about getting out of the Army if shrub is re-elected (he’s been in almost 20 years I think) – he’s going to Iraq for a year. At least.
And there STILL isn’t any whiskey in my coffee mug. Who let this happen?