Leftover Candy

Anna met Darbie today. She brought Daisy along. Daisy likes anyone who will pet her.
Darbie kept falling asleep in her chair. If Anna and I weren't directly talking to her she'd start dozing off.
Due to the third (the day most residents pay their rent) falling on a Saturday, I had to collect most tenants' rent yesterday.
When Beulah was in to pay her rent, she wanted to know if Bobbie had been talking to me about her. I guess she's afraid Bobbie is trying to get her kicked out of the apartment because she has a foul mouth. But Beulah assured me, "I haven't been cussin' that much. I just cuss when I need to."
James' physical therapist called 911 for him today. It sounds to me like he might have had a small stroke. The paramedics wheeled him out of the building on a gurney.
The Rockies are currently down to the Brewers 3-4. If they don't win this game, their entire season will be ruined.
I'm so happy that baseball has returned. Now I can stand to watch ESPN again.
Anna and I went to Rural King tonight and bought a stake and a chain so we don't have to hold onto Daisy's leash when we sit outside.
We also got some Frontline for her. She gets fleas from spending time with Hank and Lucy.
We gave her a bath last night, but she still smells like the pond.
Now the game is 3-5. Our season is doomed.
Remember that kids that Anna and I took to the zoo and the children's museum? Their grandfather died last night. He and his wife have been friends of Anna's parents for years. It was completely expected, and at this point, it was more of a relief to the family than anything. He had been given six months to live two years ago. Fortunately, he stayed in pretty decent health (for a dying man) up until the last month or two.
The funeral is Thursday. They want Anna and her father to sing a song.
I had a dream that I was staying in a house that was next to the landing strip of a super secret military base, and top secret planes kept landing there at night. One plane even crashed right next to the house and was quickly surrounded by special agents.
Bobbie came by the office today and said that I hadn't given her the receipt for her rent. I distinctly remembered giving it to her, but I wrote her out a new one anyway. She came back fifteen minutes later to tell me that she had found the one I gave her yesterday.
Anna and I were telling Darbie about George's floozies when, right on cue, two very creepy looking ladies came to see him. I had never seen this particular pair before, but they thoroughly reinforced my belief that real prostitutes are never as pretty as they are in the movies.
It's still 3-5, but the Rockies appear to be rallying. Unfortunately, I'm done writing in here, so you my faithful readers and (of course) fellow Rockies fans shall just have to check for yourself what happens.