Friday, August 24, 2001

I need to drill a vent hole in my skull and the pressure is making it tough to write. I had an odd day at work and then I came home to find that Maggie and Max wanted to fight. Not literally, because I still have some confidence there but they threw a whine-a-thon in my honor. While normally anything in my honor would be greatly appreciated this was not the day. As mommy got her haircut, I was picking out the correct skull-drilling bit. It all worked out though because Liza wanted to go out with the girls and that left me to my crabby self. Nothing calms me down more than a house full of sleeping kids and nothing else going on. Aaaahhhh, now I’ll just shut this infernal machine off for the evening and drift to sleep by the light of Ron Popeel. 12:00:00 AM    says you