Ghostwriter was mad at me today.
Last night she got out of work late. She didn't get to bed until 2AM!
So this morning, bright and early, the three squirrel stooges were ditzing around in my back yard.
What choice did I have but to bark at them?
Well, ghostwriter didn't appreciate getting woken up by my barking.
|Hey, I'm still waiting for that peanut butter sandwich!|