“The Constitution only gives people the right to pursue happiness. You have to catch it yourself.”
-Ben Franklin
My face has been scraped, the body soaped, steamed, pressed and rubbed. A healthy poop evacuated, and a breakfast composed of french toast, juice and coffee is due in about an hour. (I’ve decided to reward Danny for driving me all over creation by buying him breakfast before we get down to brass tacks.) I’m playing milk ring fetch with Newtie… he didn’t want to snuggle this morning, too much in pounce-mode. I don’t know why he gave up on paperwads, but I’m really happy he resumed milk rings and twist-ties.
Going to seek out apartments before work. I really hope something avails itself to me today.
Hee… some things don’t change much with time… except for a link’s validity.
Little Red Monkee is still available. I love my little red monkee.