To The Hooch!

I am desperately trying to get back to the hooch and into my rack early tonight. I currently have a mild inner ear infection in my left ear and a major inner ear infection in my right ear. Stupid African bacteria! I think the little bastards are lurking in the shower water!!!! I pretty much feel dizzy, nauseous and my right ear really hurts. Bottom line is that I feel like pounded dog crap (if any of have actually seen pounded dog crap, IT AIN'T PRETTY!!!!). My Bride would tell you that one can tell that I am really uncomfortable when I actually, voluntarily, allow the Pecker Checkers to get their filthy needle sticking, vein missing, shots not properly recorded, injury aggravating, latex encased hands on me. (Actually, I like most of our Chancre Mechanics personally, but professionally I think their all a bunch of SADISTIC BASTARDS!!!!) I just want to take my antibiotics, put in my little ear drops and rack out. I have one big obstacle though, the Colonel is scratching in other peoples kittylitter boxes again and I need to pick up the poo!

On the home front I get the impression from my Bride that my house is falling down around her!!!!. I hope that when I come home from this little sojourn it is not reminiscent of the confederate soldiers returning home to burned homesteads, poisoned wells, and blighted fields! My Darlin' please remember that I AM STILL PAYING FOR THAT HOUSE!!!!! PLEASE DON'T BREAK IT! Easier said than done. I know she is doing everything in her power but it is hard to keep up with my precious little ones: Chaos, Mayhem, and Entropy

TO THE TYRANT NEVER YIELD