ah, time to watch Godzilla and clear my mind of this non-sense.
Winter has started its nasty return: it feels like 20 degree's outside. and the ground hog.....well lets just say I'm having ground hog stew for dinner tonight.
Scooter is getting old. He now likes to jump up on my lap, and promply lays down on my chest and goes to sleep. So my new role is petting a sleeping tiger and whislpering nice things to him....
ok, i guess. why can't i jump up onto somebody's lap and fall asleep on their chest and have them scratch my ears??
it's not fair i tell you.......
ok, i'm off
