I don’t like it, I don’t like it, I don’t like it! Something’s up and I’m not sure what’s blowing in the wind, but I AM sure I’m not gonna like it. Shit house mouse. I Feel a Bad Moon Rising. Sigh.
I have a suspicion the old woman Slow is making a trip to South Carolina and I have the uneasy sensation she’s not planning on taking The Red Man and Smokey Lonesome Ollie. Of course, I don’t give a rat’s ass if she takes the gray dog with one brown eye and one blue eye, but I will be a wreck if she leaves without moi. I mean, I hate to admit it but Separation Anxiety from the daffy old twit is one of my Inexplicable Realities. Hmmm…I wonder why it is but then if I knew the answer it would no longer be Inexplicable. Thank you, Deputy Chief Brenda Leigh Johnson, for being the inspiration for my growing self-awareness and mystery-solving abilities. Will you come and stay with me if the old woman leaves me? Have I told you lately that I love you?
Fiddle-dee-dee. I hope I can sleep tonight with all of this on my mind, but I guess I’ll think about it tomorrow at Tara.
Good night, Sports Fans, may all your Moons be Good Ones and may those you Moon forgive you. Heh, heh.