Ok, it's been a week or so since I've written a blog. Well, it's not like you're paying for this crap, so don't complain. I've been sick, Mrs. Spooge's been sick, and Baby Spooge has been sick. Plus, I've been trying to get caught up on maintenance around the house and on the cars. Oh yeah, and job searches take time, too.
Well, the news has been pretty boring. The Palestinians are still being terrorists. People are still dying in Iraq. Mike Tyson is still a knucklehead. Oh yeah, him again. He said that he wishes he had raped that girl back in 1991. Great move, ass-dart. Why not just threaten her life?
It looks like the future might hold a (gasp!) job for me, if all works out well. If it doesn't, I will just sink into a deep depression (preferrably in the road and wait for a car).
Baby Spooge has decided that walking is fun, and more efficient. Now, everything is a target to be checked out. She keeps getting taller and taller.
Mrs. Spooge has decided to grow a rock concert in her kidneys. To pardon a bad pun, this too shall pass.
Have you been checking out the list of Iraqis most wanted? We're catching them faster than the FBI's 10 most wanted. John Walsh, take notes.
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