Talk of Weasels?!

*yawn* Some days just don't pay. Others, pay out of the yin yang. Today was one of those days where the line was extremely borderline. While running errands with my mother, she came up with the bonzo idea, get me a ferret. A weasel? That would be interesting. That's alot of trouble a critter like that would get me into. Who knows. We'll have to wait and see, but we did go look at some ferret pups. Those things are mean. Wow, what can I say? The 'nicest' one chewed the tar out of my hand. We'll see if I get one, but the way they're talking, its either a.) a ferret, or b.) a 32 inch TV. What a toss up. I'll keep y'all posted.

Apparently, Agent 37 is out causing mayhem again. He has something in the works with Agent H. Now it seems that Captain Charisma will have to get off his laurels, and crash the mayhaminess that is being planned. Hmm, what can be done? Espionage? Call the authorities? Sit back and just wait to see what happens? Luckily I'm lazy, so that means I'll just sit back and watch to see what happens. Even though I'm in the know without being in the know (that and I'm 418 miles too far north, so kind of hard to spy). So, here's to waiting to see what happens, again.

They all have husbands and wives and children and houses and dogs, and, you know, they've all made themselves a part of something and they can talk about what they do. What am I gonna say? "I killed the president of Paraguay with a fork. How've you been?"