Yeah, yeah, yeah

I know, it's been a long assed time since I posted. Upon the urging of my fans, I broke down. Not much new to report. My elbow is still KILLING me, can you believe it? I've asked my sister to ask Debbie for some PT exercises to rehab myself back to norm. No response yet, HINT-HINT. I took my dog to the vet the other day, and he now weighs in at 122.6 lbs. He's getting a cute little pooch, but he's not fat by any means. He finally has some meat on his bones. Which reminds me of the car ride we just had. Dave was driving the peee-cup truck, Courage in the middle, and myself on the end. Friggin' dog was everywhere, he's so big, he has to rest his head on the dash. He was in his seat, and half of mine. If we were charging fare, we'd have to stick him with the fat guy fare for two seats, 'cause his fat ass doesn't fit in just one seat. Anyhoo, back to my lap: if I were to strip down, you would see my body is covered in paw sized bruises, which are about the diameter of a coke can. Maybe it's just me, but have you ever notice when a cat walks across your lap, the surprising amount of weight their little paws apply to your thigh? I guess it's the equivalent of a woman in stiletto heels, right? All of that weight concentrated into one little paw? Well, my damned dog thinks he can walk all over me like a little kitty. That brings me to another random thought. The other day while watching my stolen cable tv, I saw "Catwoman." Oh, Halle Berry was so full of herself in that flick, it was sick. I do have to say though, she's not afraid to look ugly or make ugly faces (please see Julianne Moore in Nine Months). Brava!