Don’t you just hate it when you wake up in the morning and you can just feel that something is not right with your world? Well that unspeakable horror of knowing that your just going to have more questions than answers, it happened.. This morning.. As I stumbled from the bedroom I knew almost immediately that something was amiss.. Nurse Naughties white laced panties were hanging from the lamp shade with a note neatly tucked inside,
“Gone seeking therapy.” Clue #1.. Number two came as I rounded the corner and wandered into the small living room of the tomb, there sat Mr P in my computer chair, tail draped over the side with a Camel cigarette dangling from his upper lip, (I didn’t even know that he smoked) and he had that “I just humped the neighbors cat” look to him, and Mrs. P was nowhere to be seen.. (I thought that they were Gonna be in Vegas… on their honeymoon)
Anyhow.. I looked him up and down and he nodded approvingly, I was gonna surf the stream but the big P was reading Woogies blog.. So I go to make some coffee with the faint scent of fresh kibble lingering in the air, and all of my Lyle Lovett cd’s had been replaced by….by.. No.. I can’t its too painful … BY THE HOODOO BLUES BAND??????? Where in the blue hell did this come from?? And why do all of my cd’s smell like Parrot Bay Rum?? I haven’t touched any of that in almost three weeks!! Cappy is behind this… I just know it.. And here I thought that when you give up the drink, you weren’t suppose to have mornings like this.. Go figure… Scratch.
