Apologies...

My apologies, gentle readers, for my last post. Perhaps it was the heat, the unpleasant treatment I must endure for my digestive ails, or just my tender ego, but it is hard for me to take constructive criticism about my writing. I shall do my best to shorten the length of future updates.

For now, however, I thought I'd give a (brief) review of the events that have transpired this past week. In case you wondered - Shane never did get any bacon. That big-bellied buffoon waited, propped up at the table, for nearly an hour and a half (an attention span he can ONLY sustain for meat products), then slid out of the chair in a depressed stupor and spent the rest of the afternoon sleeping on his back under the table.

In other news, because Princess has hidden all the hair ties, the lady of the house took a nasty tumble down the basement stairs while carrying a full laundry basket when her hair slipped in front of her face and obliterated her view. I expect her to make a full recovery, though she walks with a bit of a limp still. Also, during the event, an undergarment slipped through the stairs and landed near the area where our food bowl is kept. I do hope that she discovers it soon. I am not accustomed to dining next to dirty drawers.


Yours,
Charles