Saturday, October 18, 2014

October 18, 2014 Insane Wine Infused Ramblings "Gotta Get Out of Here!"


    I'm burnt! I need a vaca. I don't see one in my immediate future. Why... Not a question. I already know. I just mean "why me" really. I don't mean to sound maudlin, but I want to sit by the water. Yes, I know I can do that here, but it's better at a different latitude. Go South, young man. Don't mind if I do!


                          Damn! Can this be my new house?

    Pet info. I'm not a fan of medicine. I will admit that sometimes it's necessary. My poor dogs was suffering so bad it was time to get him some serious shit. On pills only 24 hours, he's so much better. So sad. Well, good for him, but it kills me to give it to him.




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