My cat needs a tummy tuck

I think I’m having a mid-life crisis, which is really frightening when you do the math. It means I’ll live to be 110 and I just can’t afford that. Nevertheless, I’m becoming very introspective and analytical about my life. I’m seeing all the aspects that I really don’t like and thinking about what I can do to change things. This is both good and bad. Change of this sort can be very good for me, in the long run, but bad for others who would be impacted by changes I might choose to make.

I think I will die when I’m 84. All things considered, doesn’t 2042 sound like a good year to die? And if that is the year of my last breath, that means I have 29 years left.

Cuteness for Christmas

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I have a hard time shutting up

I haven't blogged much of late. Not for lack of stuff to say, trust me. More because of the controversial nature of what I have to say and my lack of desire to deal with the inevitable consequences. Which sucks 'cause, assuming the Constitution applies to me too, I should feel free to say whatever I want to. That being said, this blog did, in fact, originate as a place to post stuff for my family - recaps of family goings-on, photos and the like. So I'm going to let this blog grow mold unless and until there is something of that nature to be shared. The end.

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I have new neighbors

I knew I should have bitten the bullet and bought that little house right behind me but I hesitated and an investor swooped it up (for a SONG, people!) and now I have redneck renters living within 80 yards of my bedroom/office window. They like to start partying outside at about 4:00 PM and they don't like to go to bed until sometimes 3:00 in the morning. They hoot and they holler and they have (friendly) yelling arguments and the smoke and smoke and smoke their cigarettes. I'm pretty sure they're using bullhorns and getting right up against the fence and blowing all that stinky smoke right toward my bedroom window because now - now that the weather is amazing and the evenings are breezy and wonderful - I am uncomfortable hanging out in my own (amazing) back yard and I can't go to sleep without shutting all my windows to keep out the noise and the stink. FML

What they're probably really like	How they seem to me by 10:00 PM

What I think when I see a spider in my shower

1. Where did you come from?
2. Where the hell were you when I was in there showering?
3. You weren't hiding in my towel the whole time, were you?
4. I...will...drown...you!

A little bit of Springtime at my house

I'm 648 months old today

That is to say, my body is 648 months old. My brain is sometimes 25 and sometimes 97. 

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