Paris & Rome 2018

[Drunk Monk]

(Does that work at all?  Or am I just whistling in the wind?)

Does anything you post work at all?  I mean beyond in a DOOM tesseractilian yetiknickers sort of way? No worries, bro.  We get ya.  And even if we don't, we'll still claim to.  

So Stacy, annoyed by the reek of cat pee (in my defense, we had a big skunking outside which masked the urine-odor, plus the Mission burned out all my pisssmellin receptors) left the back door open so the bungalow could air out last night.  She went right to sleep after getting home but woke up around midnight last night with that jet-lag-tweak.  So she was surfing on her Mac when she heard an invasion of possums, raiding the bungalow for cat food.  There were at least two.  She woke me and I being the man of the bungalow (even the cat is female), I grabbed my pillow-sword bokken and drove the beasts from our abode.  Only I didn't.  Turns out I just dreamed that.  I never got out of bed.  I woke this morning to the furniture all rearranged (Stacy had to chase one from behind the sofa) and realized that it was only a dream.