Saturday, October 29, 2011



Shirley says her bedtime prayers.




God bless Bounce.  I didn't think I'd like him.  But I love him.
And may the squirrels be damned to hell and starvation.
And damnation.
And the birds too.
And may the gophers be damned.  And if a dog comes into our yard.
Or if a car drives on our street.
Or a white van passes us on the road.
Wait, those aren't prayers.
I'm sorry god.
A squirrel distracted me.
I thank god for this couch.
And this blanket.
I hate the pillows so I push them to the floor.  
I love the floor.


















Tuesday, October 11, 2011

What? I always lie down here.

"Okay, I'd take some meat.  Or cheese.  Or a carrot.  Yeah, meat.
Or some sauce.  Or milk.  Or spaghetti.  Or cake.  Or apples.
Or juice.  Or capers.  Whaaaat?   Caaaapperrs?  Or, um, ketchup.
Or pickles.  Or yogurt.  Oh, Ice Cream.  Yeah.  
I hope he keeps the door open a long time."