I cant hardly believe that it's been since March that I have written.
Two excuses I could propose-
One:
it's not my fault, life got super busy... kinda
Two
I really dont have an excuse.
a possible third could be:
wild zuchinni men from zanzabar attacked my village and burned our tapioca crops and we have been without pudding for many months now and I alone have traversed far and wide to save my people from a fate worse then tofu... yes my friends, my mother tried to feed us soy pudding. Therefore I must trek on a journey of journies to find new plants and save my village.
Except I don't live in a village, and we have a tomato plant that's not burned, and wild zuchinni men are really quite harmless. although my mother has convinced my wife to try to kill me with various soy products. But all has been forgiven.
I have been really preoccupied with the thought of becoming a father. July 11th is the pop date for those who have been wondering. And the child is a little girl. (I always wanted one of those). And hey, the dogs aren't dead yet and I haven't accidently lit them on fire or anything we've had those guys for OVER A YEAR. So I figure.. yeah why not a kid?
Also in the news on Indian Road I have killed yet another critter which I have promised my wife not to reveal the identity of in fear that our invitations to friends far and wide will decline because on the knowledge of said critter. I would say the what the butchers toll of said critter was but quite honestly I have lost count. We have called a gentleman to take care of our unwelcomed guests and aas of yesterday we could possibably might not have to worry about nighttime visitors anymore. But we will see. Please don't misunderstand me: all are welcome to our house, but not all will be left alive opon entering in.
The puppies are doing wonderful in case you were wondering. They keep gettin bigger as puppies do. I haven't weighed them in a while but the boy is at 70 pounds now I think. The girl is about 10 less then that. They have had to be reintroduced to their pen for a while as they have made a discovery at the neighbors. I have tried to drill into them that chickens are our friends, not food.... at least not until they are cooked. But puppies are puppies and will do what puppies do. And that's have as much fun as possible before getting into as much trouble as possible.
Final score:
chickens: 0
puppies: 7
but the games were darkend with two fatalities.
and yet not so much as most of the ultimate losers are in my freezer.
bad puppies
good dinner
maybe a month in the slammer will clear puppy minds of chicken dinners.
only time will tell.
