He’s a purebred Maine coon, and he’s not taking any guff from anyone.
It’s Tuesday. I checked the calendar.
Zeke was just here. He brought the latest from SNRHA, complete with typos. I thought I was bad, but those people at Star Fleet West leave a lot to be desired!
I’ve emailed the letter to Eddie the Attorney, but it may be tomorrow before I hear from him. With my lungs the way they are, there should be some recourse for me.
Muggy and overcast, here, and I want to go to IHOP and have a really good omelet. Actually, I’d settle for one of McD’s breakfast burritos and a large iced chocolate mocha. But I need the money for other little foods.
My son called last night. We talked for 45 minutes. Wow. What a deal!! Almost like old times! :o])
I had to save this link. FYI: