Last night I dreamed that John Kerry, with a straight face, offered to be p*ss tested, and asked that his worthy opponent do the same. I woke up chuckling. I’m sure the Repulsigans would just love that. “I’m sorry, John, but the President’s urine is none of your concern.” “How dare he make the president’s urine an election issue?” While all the Dem pundits go, “Of course he’s refusing, let’s speculate on what he has to hide!!!”
Watched the Michael Moschen tape again last night. It’s on its last legs. Ma, if you’re reading this can you ask pOp if he would be so kind as to rip me one (if you folks still have the original)? The only way we could watch it was if Keith rested his heel on top of the VCR to keep the tape stuffed a little further down into the track. Otherwise I’m going to have to go on ebay and see if somebody can’t sell me a copy. I’m also looking for a copy of Blown Sideways through Life; if anybody has one I’ll gladly pay for one.
I just made peach duff and I’m going to leave you soon to go consume it. Then shower, off to the down town church to return the labyrinth, then off to Stef’s bar b q and then we’ll figure out what else to do depending on the weather. Dave D (2019 edit not my poetical friend, a coworker) is getting married today. I really hope the weather cooperates a bit more.
Dropped 417 dollars at the vet’s yesterday. Another 800 waiting in the wings – as suspected Zeek!’s teeth are bothering him. Kira apparently has asthma, which I don’t believe for a minute. I figure as soon as she has some of her other health problems cleared up (and the vet said she was an amazingly fit cat all things considered) she’ll quite horking every evening. Considering we’ve never spent a nickel on them except for shots and food, and we’ve had them six years, we can’t complain…. we just have to amortize the cost….. Kira was an angel at the vet… Zeek! does NOT do pills. He bites and wiggles like a snake.