It's been a rough week so far. For the last two days I've been suffering from flu-like symptoms. I blame the 3-year old punk who wiped his nose on my sleeve at church on Saturday night. I'm also having some wiring problems in my upstairs bathroom that are proving a little difficult to resolve. Also, there's the whole Word thing I mentioned in my last post - but that at least seems to be on the way to being fixed (thanks Logan!). To top it all off - Scrubs was preempted by that moron's state of the union address. The only high point of the week has been Sara prancing around my house in a skimpy little nurses' outfit while she takes care of me.

Okay, that hasn't really been happening. She has been babying me quite a bit, though, and that's always nice when you're sick.

Oh wait! There has been another high point for this week. I think I've mentioned before that I have a squirrel problem. My attic is home to a couple of very loud, very rambunctious squirrels. Any time I need to get something out of the attic, I have to put on a suit of armor and carry a tennis racket in case they attack me. I see them outside every once in a while and I consider trying to shoot them with my BB gun. Well - on Monday I stepped out onto my back porch and what do I see? A dead squirrel. I don't know how he died, but his body is all stiff and in this mid-run posture. However he went, I hope it was painful. That little bastard has pooped on my yearbooks for the last time. Hopefully his companion will now die of loneliness or commit suicide.


Nuts?  


Aaaahahahaha!

Yes, but who's?

...or what's?!?! Ahhh....  


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