I read where a young woman is suing her college or university because after graduation she couldn't find a job. That's like suing your parents because you don't like your life. Or suing the weather bureau because it rained on your wedding day.

Gimmeabreak.

Hobbes barfed a hairball on my Charlie 1 Horse cowboy hat. I must remind him to use the easy-to-wipe linoleum tile floor in the kitchen or the cat room. At least it matched the hat color!

The studio is already steaming hot. It should get close to 90F today. I stuck another big fan in the second window up there. The cats are on notice not to use the studio litter box when I am painting. The aroma is awful.

At least I don't have to walk them in the lawn carrying a pooper scooper!

My female stalker is back. She left another note tucked under my windshield wiper. I won't write what she wrote. It wouldn't pass Eddie's censor.

I don't mess with married women. (None of my ex-wife's boyfriends could say that.)

We expect rain today. It is humid now. After the front passes it will drop about ten to fifteen degrees. Good painting weather. I think it is time to drag out the back patio stuff again. Round table, big umbrella and the chair.

I used to take Bisbee's cage out there and he would get a real hoot out of the cardinals and sparrows. I sure miss his little feathered butt. His empty cage still hangs from the living room ceiling.

Go by 'thestephymore's' blog and wish her the best. Waiting for a surgery is like waiting for an asteroid to hit.

Hobbes is hurling something again. I'd better go and check on him.

Laterz...