Rosie, the Calico cat, is now a member of the dank, cold attic club of Falls of Clyde Loop. Last night at about 1 am I heard Richard scream "You God damn fucking cat!" Using her back claws, Rosie had launched herself off of Richard's left shoulder.
Then at 3:48 A.M I awoke Richard needing a poop and a pee...not Richard, me.
Richard is no Saint Francis of Assisi, , but he is okay.
Love,
Sweetheart
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Hi Sweetie,
ReplyDeleteI am in a funk because Allan Combs is leaving Hannity and Combs. That is like breaking up Timmy and Lassie. Your reference to St. Francis reminded my of the joke, "did you hear about the big fight in heaven?" Answer: St. Peter called St.Francis a sissy.
Your landlocked cousin, Gem
Sweetheart,
ReplyDeleteI am rereading "Iceman Cometh" and am on the second act. I liked Hickey better when he was on the sauce and let the gang hold on to their pipedreams.
Gem
Sweetheart,
ReplyDeleteDid you see W wearing that cool gaucho? I liked it almost as much as his codpiece on the battle carrier. He sure does pack a punch.
Gem
Sweetheart,
ReplyDeleteDo you ever wake up in a cold sweat at 4am thinking about the Franken/Coleman race? I do all the time.
Gem
Sweetheart,
ReplyDeleteWhy couldn't I be Paul Allen's puppy and hang out on his yacht all day and live the good life? Just a thought.
Gem.
Sweetheart,
ReplyDeleteDo you believe Molly will come back as an aardvark? Where did those Halle Bop people end up? Will the Lions lose every game?
Gem
Sweetheart -
ReplyDeleteYou're golly darned right to be upset with Richard's language--in particular, his taking of Our Lord's Name in vain. Chew his toes tonight.
Gem - Yes, the Lions will lose them all--and there were no inhabitants on the Halle Bop comet.
Sweetheart - Stay beautiful, pure and blessed!
Love
Uncle Joe