Richard has no intention of moving back east. He simply needs a next step. Actually, Richard and I both need a next step. Any ideas?
This morning at approximately 3:30 am 3 cats booted Richard out of his bed onto the floor. I might have been a party to that.
EMTs attempted mouth-to-mouth and CPR, but to no avail.. After 20 minutes into the failed rescue attempt Richard's eyes opened and his face broke into a smile. Richard thanked the EMT team for all the open mouth kisses.
Richard and I lie for a simple moment today to enjoy the clouds. Big mistake, it was in a neighbor's front yard (more like a ditch). Next thing Richard and I saw were 7 people standing over us dialing 911 on their cell phones. We both feel fine tonight and there is nothing to worry about. I think Aunt Nancy was a bit concerned.
Richard and I woke up in a ditch today. People wanted to call 911, but Richard and I wanted a simple ride home, which we got.
I want to learn to fly a helicopter, but I don't have opposable thumbs.
Richard and I have a package of 200 count sheets. I see 2. How do they put 200 sheets into a little plastic wrap like this?
Richard has been eating more healthily lately. Every morning he has a bowl of Wheaties. Unfortunately, he laces his bowl of Wheaties with 3 ounces of vodka. 
Richard and I were doing a simple run to our local IGA. Richard has lost about 2o pounds. While cruising the deli aisle Richard's pants fell down. Unfortunately, Richard was not wearing underwear. Richard was thrown in the slammer once again. I was not arrested, but I did giggle.
Richard's hands and feet are bleeding. Could this be a case of stigmata? I know Richard has astigmatism. I also know that Richard is an enigma. But what's up with stigmata?
This is day 36 of Richard's 365 days of fasting. He looks pretty good, but I think he misses his Wednesday night spaghetti.
1: no peeing
Richard called Kristen today. Kristen told Richard that he is clueless. Richard has no clue what she meant by that.
Uncle Joe, Richard, and I live near a small airport. Richard and I were awakened this morning by this. Our loft is above Uncle Joe's garage.
Richard and I got thrown in the slammer today. Richard was driving under the influence and I aided and abetted. Thank God Uncle Joe bailed us out.
Richard no longer tunes in the news on radio or TV. He no longer listens to talk radio. But he loves the show "Wife Swap" on Life Time TV. Richard was once a news and political junkie. Should I be concerned?
Richard can't see in the morning. His eyes water up, but he ain't sad. Maybe 7 cats and a mangy mutt like me?
Richard nor I have a garage so we have no place to leave the engine running, So no suicide tonight.Always stay sweet,
Richard and I (That is not Richard in the picture. The guy is a volunteer at the Tacoma food bank.) found it much easier to get free food from the Tacoma food bank than it was to get free food from the Ocean Shores food bank. Tacoma does not require a picture ID or a piece of mail to prove residence. Richard and I simply pulled up in our cardboard box. We were given a can of "Campbell's 's Old Fashioned Vegetable Soup" and a small package of buttermilk dinner rolls.
Richard and I were having a perfectly lovely bible study with Matt and his mom, Nancy. We were reading the "Sermon on Mount Hood". Then, all of a sudden, Matt asked Richard to denounce and distance himself from Richard's sinner friends. Richard, being the biggest sinner of all, politely asked Matt and his mom to leave the premises.
"And so, my fellow Americans: ask not what your county can do for you - ask what you can do for your county." Richard and I don't even know the name of the county we live in. Richard tells me at one time he lived in Washtenaw County, which is somewhere in Michigan.
Richard and I are big Jack Paar fans. Among our favorite quotes are:
Richard and I are now proud sales reps for Bug Zapper. Richard and I go door to door here in Ocean Shores carrying this contraption. I accompany Richard just to keep his spirits up. I think he misses his best friend, Kristen.
