Maybe tomorrow, Angelina Jolie will show up on my doorstep with her brood of orphans to let me know that she's leaving Brad for me. I'm pretty sure if that happened that Sweety would give me his blessing and send me on my merry way.
You don't know what I'd give to find a nice big sack of cocaine-dusted drug money in the street. I would not bother notifying the authorities.
It would be nice if Stinky dog and Sweety could snore just a teeny bit louder. I love it when they snore. It lets me know that they are breathing. Breathing is good.
Tomorrow I will think up a nice, juicy post. Probably.