Sharky started smoking again. The stress of the doctor and the kids (and me too) has just pushed him over the edge. He says he's going to try and quit again on Monday.
Feles mala! Cur cista non uteris? Stramentum novum in ea posui.
Something Wicked This Way Comes? I wish... This is a dark ride, containing inane chat about my kids, grandkid, cats, husband, lack of a gallbladder, diabetes, cancer scares, birds, Barbie dolls, car, brown thumb, neighborhood, city, religion, daily irritants, dreams, hopes, disasters, and any other freaky thing I decide to yak about. If you are bored or disturbed by what I write, remember I warned you!
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