Whatever floats your boat...
Just before I rolled out of bed this morning, I had a dream that Lima and Brad Pitt (Spacemonkey?) showed up at my house unannounced for dinner. And wouldn't you know it, my house was a mess and I was completely unprepared. But they brought a house gift with them... puppies!
Brad, who had long golden locks, Chig-style, was holding a black-and-white pit bull puppy. The puppy's skin was decorated with black numerals that Brad had applied with a Sharpie. (Channeling the sentiments of Lt. Adams, I think.)
I am rushing around this morning, trying to put the finishing touches on my preparations for my new guest. In a couple hours I'll be making a hundred-mile trip to pick up a new foster dog, Mister. Or maybe he's called Sir. There's some confusion about his name.
Ready or not, he's coming today. Wish me luck, y'all. He's going to be a special challenge. I'll bring details to the Ark later.