Friday, January 22, 2010

Nothin' Shakin'

Nothin' shakin' at the Mansion tonight.

Farmer H said he was going to an auction, and isn't home yet. The Pony is recovering from his vomitus episode, and #1 is most likely scheming for a new way to drive me crazy. I have a date with a recliner and big-screen TV after I toss in a second load of laundry.

Don't hate me because I lead a life of bone-tingling excitement. Hate me because I cornered the market on crap sandwiches.

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