I said, "I think my kid is starting puberty." Michael thought I said, "I think my tit is starting puberty." He then changed the subject to taking disco dancing lessons with his sister in the 70's.
In other news, my house has become a home for temporarily homeless living creatures. For a few weeks I had a 16 year old girl who stayed with me most nights of the week while her dad worked weird hours. She was fun. She let me beat her with a hockey stick, but only when she was wearing her full hockey padding. I'm not sure if that's fair. I'm sure the neighbors were concerned when they saw me beating her, too. Oh well. Now, I have a dog. She's very little. Maybe 1/4th of the weight of my cat. The cat is not happy about the dog. The dog looks like a tiny wookie. She is my uncle's dog. He neglected to tell me until minutes before he boarded an airplane that sometimes the dog gets constipated and you have to help her get it out. It's going to be a long weekend. By the way, I will not be helping the dog crap. I'll sit outside as long as it takes, but she can do the dirty work on her own.
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