Saturday, May 24, 2003
I have a house guest flying into Hartsfield from Little Rock, Arkansas, today, so things are hectic. The dreaded birthday party is tonight, even though the dreaded birthday isn't until Monday. Spooky has given me my first gift, a totally cool rubber octopus that squeaks loudly and obnoxiously when squeezed. I shall name him Lovecraft and take him with me everywhere.
Apologies to anyone who may have been offended or physically harmed by yesterday's gratuitous journey into cute. I know, there's no excuse. I just hope no one puked on his or her keyboard.
That's it for today. I have to prepare for guests and such. But, Lovecraft the Squeaky Birthday Octopus says to please be a dear and visit the Cat Crutches Auction. Lovecraft has a big heart for such a small cephalopod and hates to see a cat limping about the place.
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