Doggone it Once again, dear

Doggone it

Once again, dear Reader, I have awoke to a slimey, half chewed rawhide bone on my pillow.
WHY? WHY? Crash puts it on my pillow yet sleeps elsewhere. Why can't he keep it by him? Because he thinks I can protect it from the evil cat, Hemingway or the other two dogs.

I finished Jane Eyre at about 4:30 am. You know why it took me so long to read this book when normally it takes just a few days? Because Charlotte Bronte loved to see herself talk. This chick took three pages to describe a bird in a tree or the smile of her lover. Keeeyrist! It wasn't all bad though. It was a tough read because of the vernacular of the day but now I see where Victoria Holt got all her storylines.

Posted by De at June 21, 2003 02:40 PM