Well, well, well.  What’s this?  Balancing check books…hmmmm…charging camera battery…

Of course, here she comes with one of her two suitcases.  Paw Snaps!  I know what she’s up to now.

Just look at her…tsk, tsk, tsk…she thinks she can fool me when she’s sneaking off without me, but…


The pills give her away every time

Nothing is more pathetic than the old woman Slow trying to fill her little green and blue weekly plastic containers for a trip.  Honest to Lady Gaga, she looks like a pharmacist with all those brown bottles with the white caps plus the ones in boxes that she has to use a letter opener to pry from their shiny individual covers.

She invariably drops one or two on the floor because her hands aren’t as nimble as they once were.  I can remember the times when she never dropped a pill, but then that must have been when there weren’t so many pills, if you catch my drift.  With these tiny round pills you never know what she’ll drop.  Luckily, the pills have different colors or she’d be lost.

Yeah, those pills look like The Coat of Many Colors that Dolly Parton’s mother made for her.  Heh, heh.  That’s my little country music joke of the day.  No disrespect intended, Dolly.

Oh, well.  I don’t know where she’s going this time, but I know I won’t make this trip.  Nope.  I can see those signs, too.  If I don’t see the dog bowls being packed, it’s a cinch I’m not making the trip.  Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.  Let her go on her escapades.  She’ll be back.  She would never leave The Red Man. Who else would put up with her?  Think about it.

Get me outta here Percy…I’ve got to prep for the Golden Globes tonight…so many Sunday night shows for me…one show at a time, Sweet Jesus.