My favorite part is at 2:28 which duplicates exactly how I fight: dirty and hard.

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Our cat, Ducati, took it upon himself to attempt murder on Augustus this weekend. I was in the office when I heard skittering feet and knew that Gus was probably involved because he’d just wandered down that way. I walked down the hall and as I turned into the bedroom I watched Ducati scurry up onto the bed and hold his paws in the air, yelling I didn’t do nothing to no one! Murder was the case that they gave me, but I’m innocent!  I’m innocent. Gus …

Janie, Carson pooped in the office.
Again!?
Yes, but this time it was just a small piece to tell us,  “I disagree.”
Well, that’s an improvement.

Things have been so crazy lately. I feel like I’ve had no time to do much of anything but work, sleep, and play Mafia Wars on Facebook.
My father is recovering nicely from his heart surgery. He can now drive and lift ten pounds! He’s also been cleared to return to work part time, at his leisure. This is pretty exciting because my dad is so fucking bored sitting at home watching Rockford Files and walking around the block. This past weekend Janie and I went …

My aunt is coming to visit later this month. She’ll be in town for a food blogger’s convention, but before it starts she wants to get together.
Should we make dinner over here? We can make some gluten-free schnitzel or some German pancakes or something.
Sure.
Also, maybe Carson will crawl into her purse and she won’t notice until she gets back home to Florida.
She’ll wonder why her bag is suddenly so heavy, but then she’ll think it is just because of the souvenirs she bought.
But really it’ll be the cat …