Well it’s Monday, time to unwind from the weekend and start focusing on the week at hand. (Like I can focus on anything after my eyes were probed by marauding children last night) Those of you new to my postings, probably don’t recall last Monday evening. The church kids had been coming over every Monday night; they sit around the pool and have Bible study. I thought what the heck, I’m going to go out to the pool and pick up what they were laying down. On my way to the pool, I was hit by some Tex Mex I had enjoyed earlier in the day. As hard as I tried (I really didn’t try that hard) I was left with no choice but to lay a little something down by the pool myself. After I politely pooped on the rocks behind the kids, the furball jumped out, he looked like Hugh Heffner after a stag party! Before I could get away, he had me in his clutches, the poor mixed breed sack of hair, he was professing his love, screaming he loved me because I’m so bad, all the while his eyes were glazed over like honey suckle hams. Well this caused quite the stir with the study group. Did I mention the study group is Baptist? Some of those Baptists frown upon dancing, let alone what the furball was trying to accomplish! It wasn’t like I didn’t try to warn the children, but they were all giggling like little church girls before I could get a word out. Well tonight, I am going to make a much better impression! No Tex Mex and the furball’s in hiding from his reflection (another story I will have to share later.) Gotta run.