q: hey crabby whats for dinner?

a: not fishsticks

THURSDAY AUGUST 14 YEAR 0

what a night i had last night. don't ask. not fun. hospital, cat scan, 6 hours later i'm home at 2:30 a.m. (thanks to dear friends the welk and sue for showing up at the hospital for moral support if not humorous diversions)- didn't get to sleep till 5:30. am walking undead now - i'm outta here at 8:00 thank got.

--- other then that.... nothing, ticking out the work week - one day left. zoo saturday.

----- still in love with avacados.

----- its 7:30 p.m. and all i've eaten today is 1/2 a turkey burger and 1/2 an avacado and coffee.... i think i'm too tired to think about food.

---- lots to do

------ gots ta get a hairdid. next week. to chop or not to chop that is the question - i'll ask my magic 8 ball.. who's name happens to be marilyn.

------ i gotta get a pic of baby sal in his teepee.

------ i could go for a cold spaghetti sandwich

------ or fishsticks.

------ i made some kick ass crab legs last week- ooooooooooh doggy they was good eats. sadly the remains/carci were good eats for the neighborhood rodents/'posses/raccoons or whatever decided to tear up my garbage and left crab leg shells and trash that had been baking in the hot august sun for days all over behind my house. not a sext fragrance.... but it did kinda smell a little like the beach. oh well it was 'asgusting.- given. but i do feel like if the animals had a lavish seafood feast that is nice for them too!!!

oh well my day is done - praise g.

me