Captivity - Day 56 Can the author count?

I heard an author say 'gobsmacked.'
When somebody says gobsmacked, it's time to change the channel. No exceptions.


As I said the other day, just because the doctors say you're paranoid, doesn't mean they're not out to get you.


It's decidedly green today, with the intrusion of brown and traces of actual sun. Again the committee looks out the window and considers its duty - hitting the Sun Alert. The Sun Alert became ceremonial after the window was invented, but positions don't go away; especially political positions. Just to throw things off, it became sunny and windy. At this point, it's anyone's guess.


It's Friday. Don't research - just take my word.
So stay where you are today and tomorrow.
Have some sex. If you don't have a SO, have some Rental Sex. Failing that, use your hand  - self-love is a great thing. You don't have to worry about STDs.


There's a lot of shine. The sun?
No. The police. They don't like where we parked the car.


Some local person has started a movement to impeach Idiot Governor. I love this shit.


We replenished the Snapple reserves, so we can't walk in the basement anymore. Really cold lemon Snapple makes my nipples hard.


I always though it would be great to do a tv show or movie about us. Today my sole activity, besides falling asleep at work, was knocking things over and dropping things. How many of you have dropped peanut butter on your computer keyboard? Kicked anything on the floor, no matter where it is? Beat up a few neighbors? Yelled at the birds because they're dive-bombing the dog?

Don't Let Them Tell You It's Not Personal

Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they're not out to get you...


Penny the English cocker went to the vet for the first time, and was discovered to have a bump on her butt. According to the biopsy, she has cancer.

Of course she has cancer.
Marshall, our boy of 13 years, died of cancer.
Penny, our girl of 5 months, has cancer.

In case you ever wondered about PTSD, looking at Penny and seeing Marshall and going into a panic would define it.

The English cocker people didn't wait for an explanation and told me exactly what and where the cancer was. Hopefully a removal will stop it.

This poor girl, a stray, doesn't deserve this.
She'd been waiting for a home for a while and has settled in wonderfully, setting things up to run the entire house soon.


C'mon - what are the odds?

We're not through paying off Marshall's healthcare loans yet.