Uh Oh… he’s at it again.  Fried chicken for dinner (that’s it… just fried chicken), chocolate for dessert.  Tomorrow it’s some smoked sausages with leftover potatoes and greens.  Maybe some potato chips, just for the heck of it.

Hmmm… let’s see what’s on the ROKU… old monster movies with very bad make up and “special effects.”  “The Wolf Monster Ate My Vampire Godmother’s Demon Fangs,” or something like that.  Who knows… just some weirdos in very bad costumes and women screaming.  Something to be on in the background while I write this silly blog thing.

Tomorrow I’m going to do something really self indulgent and go hang out with some friends, maybe even take Musky Da Husky to the Dog Star Ranch.  Would be a perfect time to do it; the forecast calls for a balmy 29 degrees tomorrow.  Then come home and do some terribly naughty stuff like stack some firewood or maybe shell some popcorn.

Where the heck is that new corn sheller I got for Christmas??  Anyway??

I may not know until Sunday when my Beautiful Girlfriend comes back from the Women’s Retreat.  Not sure what all they do there… but I do know that for one whole weekend a year I am left all alone with two geriatrics and a young adult.  High maintenance situation.

Never Anne is the oldest of the geriatrics.  If she hangs in until April, she’ll be 21… so old enough to buy and consume alcohol.  I doubt she’ll be doing any of that though, she’s a calico cat.

Next on the hit parade is Musky Da Husky.   Self explanatory name I guess, right?  If he makes it to June, he’ll be 14.  That’s pretty old for a dog.  Due to his not so wonderful childhood  (the neighbors “raised him” outside… all year long), he had cataracts when he came to our house at the ripe old age of one year.  The vet said poor nutrition was likely to blame for the cataracts.  We suspect the first year of a very stressful childhood may be also to blame for the COPD he has now.  Never met a dog with emphysema before… but we have one now.  He coughs often, and sometimes a little “surprise” flies out of his throat and onto the floor.  That in addition to the occasional “whoopsie” that Never Anne leaves for us (stinking outside the box?) has prompted me never to go barefoot in our home anymore.

Last but not least is Freddy the Freeloader.  He’s our 14 pound cat who adopted us a few years ago.  Well it was easy for him to adopt us, he was feral, and my Beautiful Girlfriend saw him slinking about and decided he needed a bowl of food.  We figure he was not quite a year old at the time; and had to be rushed to the vet due to an inner ear infection that made him nearly unable to stand.  We nursed him back to health in the house, and after letting him out for the first time he actually came back and made it very plain that hewanted to be inside    Since then he’s been our friend who still loves to go outside and play but very much enjoys a warm bed.   The rest as they say, is history.  He likes to test the strength of my knees in the middle of the night by plopping his  body across them as I lay sleeping.  Gotta love that guy.

So as  you all can see, I’m partying down here in Bear Swamp while my Lovely Bride is gone for the weekend.  OK!!  Time for chocolate!!

And now for a party cartoon thing… I have to admit, I still love Betty Boop…