Scribblings

Fair warning

I leave for Vegas tomorrow. Should I finally hit the million dollar penny slot jackpot – and in my head, there is always a million dollar penny slot jackpot – I will no longer be keeping this blog. I will be spending my days in front of a fire built by someone else, eating food cooked by someone else and stroking the firm hard abs of the best looking man I can find who will do it with an old lady for money. Ah dreams.

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Why I feel sorry for Abdul

He’s my African Gray parrot and he loves to imitate me. He loves to sing and whistle even more. I try whistling the tune to the Andy Griffith theme and he cocks his head and listens so intently trying to catch the rhythm and notes. And then a totally puzzled look comes over the intensity of his gaze and I realize how hard it is for him to try and imitate me since I can’t carry a note or a tune, even with help from music, backup singers and a wheelbarrow. Then he tries to imitate what he thought he

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I don’t mind

I don’t mind them staring at me while I’m in the shower. I don’t mind them staring at me while I’m on the toilet. I do mind waking up in the morning to a dog standing on my chest and staring straight down at me. That is simply freaky.

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The shower crowd

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This is the scene right outside my bathroom door as I take a shower. They are ever vigilant lest a door suddenly open up on the other side of the shower and I slip away without them knowing. In case there is any doubt, this has less to do with their loyalty to me than with the fact that they don’t get breakfast until after my shower and they want to be very sure I don’t try to get out of it.

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I used to dream about Tom Selleck

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Now, this little man shares my bed and warms my back every night when he curls up into it and I’m as happy as Tom could have possibly ever made me. On top of which, Snowy doesn’t care what I look like when I get in bed so long as he’s allowed in too. So SCORE!

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