SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 15, 2008
Today, scattered showers, some gusty winds, mild, high 66. Tonight, rain ending, low 52.
There are people in my building who continually throw the wrong "kind" of trash in the wrong bins. Everyone is upset but no one knows what to do?
Got up this morning at seven.
A great article in the New York Post about how neurotic dogs have become, written by a dog.
Some pizzauges again today for lunch.
It's 9:30 now and at ten Maria is coming over.
Guess I'll go get cleaned up.
(You know, I'm trying to talk about something besides myself but, is this any improvement?)
Went and saw a movie last night. Not gonna tell you which one but I am going tell you that I snuck two beers into the theater and maybe some snacks.
A very sad thing happened at the pet store. Debbie, Steve's mother, became very sick and died.
The woodpecker pecks
Chris Evert? No, it's Anne Ellingdon.
1. Go to jail.
IM ALWAYS KIDDING ABT MY WIFE SAYS THE BARTNDR. EVRYTIME I INTRODUCE HER TO ANYBODY THEY SAY 'AREYOU KIDDING?'
MY FATHER WAS NEVER HOME HE WUZ ALWAYS DRINKNG BOOZ. HE SAW A SIGN SAYING DRINK CANADA DRY SO HE WENT UP THER.
A PINK ELEFANT, A GREEN KANGAROO AND TWO YELLOW SNAKS STROLED UPTO THE BAR. YOUR HERE A LITTLE ERLY SAID THE BARTNDR. HE AINT HERE YET.
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