|Gus, "Wow, karma got you good, hoomin, wow! Yeah - that's good, that's good!"|
|Charlie, "They didn't give you a bum baf, hoomin? That's too bad."|
|Espresso, "So, how many drops dropped from the iv, hoomin? Did you count? Or are you not the kind that counts?"|
The short week got weirder and - I can't tell if it got shorter or longer for my hoomin? He ended up going to the ER on Thursday, got admitted to a hospital, and didn't get out until today. So is that a "vacation" time because he's not at the tar pits? Or is it something else? Or what is it? I mean, the guy had no choice but to loaf and count the drops of the blood thinner go in. Good.
I don't know - am I supposed to feel sorry for him?
In other lousy news, my buddy, the great murderist, Spressy, already had a couple of sneezing fits on Thursday. Thump!
So that's the kinda week we had around here. Besides that, we're well - eating, pooping, and disapproving.
We'll keep you posted!