Pee

We took Daisy to get destinkified today. She peed on the groomer person. She doesn't stink though. Now she smells like strawberries.
Daulton got his report card. He got grades for three classes: social studies, health, and math. Apparently, these are the important subjects for juvenile delinquents. He got "A"s in social studies and health. He got a "B" in math. I wasn't at all surprised to hear about his high marks in social studies, considering the things he has taught me about such oft misunderstood topics like slavery and country building.
In another example of how Daulton lacks normal interpersonal skills, Mildred's daughter came by to drop some stuff off in Mildred's apartment. On her way out and without even saying anything to Daulton, he found it necessary to announce to her that he had gotten his report card, to tell her his grades, and to explain how he will be going back to normal school next semester. I just felt bad for the poor lady.
I keep belching the stinkiest belches.
The cats were out of cat food. I refilled their food dispenser. They are no longer bothering me.
It keeps raining. If it would stop raining, I would be able to set up a tree stand and start hunting.
We went to Chelsey's choirs' concert this evening. They sang songs like "Smoke on the Water" and "Barracuda." The kids seemed to enjoy themselves.
I won't take a shower tonight.
It's okay, though. I took a shower before we went to the concert.
I got a cast iron skillet tonight. I'm excited. It will make a deadly weapon.
People who read this blog: Yet another person who was googling about shoulder pain connected to neck movement.
As you are aware from the previous post, this person is probably already dead. Just like the other already dead person, God brought this person to my blog in order to get a glimpse of the Heavenly Realms before he or she passed on. In this instance though, this person unfortunately had to learn of his or her imminent demise from my writings. This surely induced a state of panic, in which he or she likely attempted to do everything he or she had always wanted to do. I am sure that tomorrow we will start hearing on the news about how a crazed dying maniac murdered various people who had been mean, ate all sorts of delicious food, kissed a bunch of people he or she had always had a crush on, and then keeled over dead from the dreaded shoulder-hurts-when-neck-moves disease. The Lord, in his infinite wisdom, must have seen fit for this catastrophe to happen. I suppose we will never know for sure why, but I suspect that perhaps the actions inspired by the knowledge dispensed in this blog will somehow save an even bigger disaster. Perhaps one of the people, who was a meany and was as a result murdered by our dying friend, would have been the driver of a car that would kick up a rock, and that rock would fly into the eye of a motorcyclist, who would then wreck into an onlooking deer, which in turn would run off, mortally wounded and expire in the woods near a stream, where it would rot and a new kind of super bacteria would mutate on the corpse, slip into the water supply and eventually poison the entire U.S. population of parakeets. The knowledge that this blog has prevented such a calamity does my heart good.