THE RACCOON ALMOST GOT CHUCKWEASEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Here’s how it went down — I get a call from the PARKING LOT this morning, and Chuckweasel says “I’d like to come in, but there’s a raccoon between me and the door.” And he huddled out by the car until it went away! When he finally got inside, he admitted “I can see how you almost petted him, he doesn’t walk like a raccoon.” HA!
My second thought for the day — something I have noticed since I quit smoking. Back when I smoked, and I ran out of cigarettes, people would get all shitty when I tried to bum one. Now that I am a former smoker, everybody and their brother wants to give me a cigarette! WTF? Smokers are like the Mafia or something, and I’m Anthony Corleone! (I think that’s the right Corleone, the one who every time he tries to get out, they pull him back in?). How can they TELL I used to smoke and would really like to have kept doing it? Damn Pod People.