Stream of. . .

I deleted the part about the growth on my leg and my mother and siblings being evil.

I've really got to stop posting the first thing that pops into my head. If you were here earlier and read this stuff I'm sure you'd agree. Here's what's left:

I told them not to do the lawn and they did it anyway. They called just a few minutes ago and said, "You told us not to do your lawn. We did it anyway. Are you happy with our service?"

I was very cheerful when I told them that I was happy that they did something I told them not to do and to go ahead and send me a bill for the honor.

I'm going to have my daughter Julia handle all of my future negotiations.

I'm pretty sure the lawn care service will no longer be her best friend and will not be invited to her birthday party.

Allie cried last night because she saw some boys throw rocks at Forrest Gump's head. I had to convince her that the film has a happy ending. I told her that Forrest and Jenny get married and have a little boy named Forrest. I left out the part about Jenny dying. I was thirsty and wanted to be able to get out of her room and get a drink of water. Wait 'til she sees the entire movie someday. Boy is she going to be pissed off at me when she gets smacked in the head by that one.

I've decided that I'm going to start telling people about all of my good intentions rather than actually follow through with any of them. I'm way too tired these days. That should make Christmas really interesting this year.

Four blocks away, someone won the lottery on Sunday. $40 million. I'm not sure if I have anything to say about this other than I wish this person would buy me a cancer sniffing dog.