Bits- and not the pink ones.

* Garlic chicken pizza for breakfast is the breakfast of Gods. (Or fat slaves who are too lazy to make anything else.) (Say! How IS that diet going anyway? It’s not. Hush.)

* We have swarms and swarms of dragonflies up here. I used to hate them cuz they’re big and buzzy and fly at your face. But then I found out they eat mosquitoes. I <3 dragonflies.

* I have a mosquito bite on the bottom of my foot.

* I have another one on my ASS.

* It is, apparently, not sexy to hop around while scratching the bottom of your foot, with your other hand stuffed down the back of your britches scratching your ass. Who knew?

* The Rent-a-pup (ty for the term) has taken to humping Dracula’s (black kitty) leg. They are both fixed, and both male. Interspecies homosexual sex is cute.

* Obviously, they are no longer terrified of the pup. Now they yawn in his yapping little face.

* I ruined the cat’s “bird channel” by creating our back deck oasis. So, they’ve lovingly replaced bird watching with all-night mole hunts. I’m gifted every morning with at least one or two dead moles graciously left outside the sliding door. As much as I appreciate the offering, dead rodents were not on the list for “create oasis-like atmosphere”.

* I do not like the name Jes has picked out for her baby. Would it be terrible if I called her something completely different? Yes? Damn.

* The boy child had money to spend and bought himself some super-souped amp for his guitar. His bedroom shares a wall with Jes’s bedroom- the wall the crib is on. I anticipate some serious fights in the near future.

* I caused forking drama. Now I haz a forking sad. :-(

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