Brain droppings

This is Frank. Frank is wearing his tux. He is also wearing Maya's bee hat. Here's the story. I found out that Petsmart was having a little costume party for dogs. Maya B does not have a costume, in fact, she really hates to be dressed up at all. AT ALL! And BH is no help, he wont even let her wear her collar, which is dangerous, you know. Anyhoots, I was at Target and what do you know? They had a Bee costume! Maya the Bee, get it? I'll bet no one remembers that goofy cartoon, my kids loved it. Whatever, they had a small suit, which she needs, but no small hat. They have a medium hat. No small. So I asks the kid, "Hey, do you have any small hats in the back?" and he says, "Nope, that's all we got." "Well" I says, "would it be ok to take a medium hat?" and he whips out his little box cutter so fast I had to jump outta the way. Whissh, whissh, and I have a medium bee hat for my little Maya B. Does this all sound great? Yes, but, the hat is to big for my precious angel. It does however fit the Frankster, but it doesn't go very well with the tux.
Now this is just crazy talk. CRAZY TALK I tell you. Dumbledore. Gay? Why? Why? Why does Dumbledore have to be gay? Not that there's anything wrong with that. But why? My first thought was, 'she's just makin that shit up' like, does she not have enough money? Fame? What? Does she need to connect to a special group for some reason? Is she previewing her new book series about gay wizards? (I don't even want to go there. . . not that there's anything wrong with that) But then I sort of remember that something happens when he's younger, something about a friend of his, something terrible. We all assume that the friend died, or maybe went over to the dark side, or whatever, but maybe, maybe the terrible thing is Dumbledore gets turned down, or humiliated or apparates hisself right out of the closet. And do any of us need remindin that Dumbledore is a fictional CHARACTER, he's not real folks.

My brain hurts.

I'm really just ventin. I'm pretty pissed about my doctors appointment today.

I don't want to talk about it.

Maybe later.

But for now, get this!
It's the truck from my dream! Is that wild?! It turns out that the truck from my dream belongs to our mechanic. We've been visitin our lovable mechanic a lot lately, what with the rats in my engine and whatever it is that's buggin BH's car. "Pete!" I says, "When'd you get that truck?" "Oh geez, had it forever, it's always parked out here somewheres." So there you have it. I have dreams about drivin around with the maintenance man in the mechanics truck.

I'm still waiting for Antonio.

Oh! One more thing. Recognize her?


Ah huh, it's Hilary. They had a whole shelf of them. A whole stinkin shelf. And guess who else? Yeah, Bush. Good ole W in a western suit. Pretty silly stuff. And there was only one left. Which makes me kinda sad. You know, I like the guy, I do, sorta, I voted for him, not once, but twice. I know, don't bug me about it I'm crabby today. I just don't know anyone who loves him enough to buy a silly western decked out George W Bush doll. Do you? No? I didn't think so. Yet someone did, a few someones, there's only one left.

I tried to take a picture of it but it didn't turn out. So I tried to Google it to see if I could find a picture of the Bush doll.

I found a picture of a Bush doll alright.

I'm going to bed now, I've had enough.