SCRUUUUUFFFFLLLEESSSSSS!!!! Come back here Scruffles! Come back!! SCRUUFIIIIEEE....
Oh, well. There he goes. Scruffles must've caught the scent of a rabbit. Er maybe a possum. Ok then. I'm juhs gonna let'em be. He'll come back all in good time. He's just fulla piss n vinegar 'cause he's been cooped up inside all weekend cause'uh the storm. Besides. Nothin' like the bitter New England air to make ya feel alive, ya know?I don't mind. I'm no complainer.
So how about Anne Sexton's new book, ya know? I couldn't even put the darn thing down to make myself my potatoes and flax seed oil last night. Went to bed hungry. Stayed up till darn near 11:00 pm readin'.
Yup.
So.
Gonna stay in tonight. Gonna watch Charlie Rose i think. I says we should watch that Boston Legal, but Margie don't like that guy there, that William Shatner. Says she read somewhere that he's a homophobe. I says- well i don't know about that Margie, you can't believe everything you read. And then she goes all quiet, in that way'uh hers, like a placid lake. And then i know there's only one thing that can make her talk again, and that's when i pull out the cocoa butter and the Judy Collin's records.
Yah so. We been together fer...... 18 years now? Ya know. It's not perfect, but who is? And my mother always did say that it was better to have a bit'uh dirt in yer potatoes than none at all, cause it made you better at kickin' off diseases, and she would know cause her brother died of polio when she was 6. So i don't mind Margie's bad parts so much anymore. Not much use after 18 years. I just swallow all'uh her parts, dirt 'n all.
So, ya know. She's good at Sudoku, and i'm the one who's good at the crosswords. It works out.