contriteAnd that brings up ours. I ought to apologize, as I added a headache to the hand, and pain pills to my beer. If I stared at you funny, it may have been because I was wondering what a lttle green version of Jim Morrison was doing with your ear.
Oddly enough, I *like* parties. Just not in my house. My bad. It was important to Millie, and I should have tried harder, but there you are. Bastard and I have territory issues. At least *I* didn't eat a poodle the next time I went for a walk, though.
