I found out yesterday that I can have someone killed for about $160. Unfortunately it was my cat, so I’m in a pretty crappy mood this morning. On the bright side, the two cats that remain in Chez Calcaterra have been on their best behavior since I had to put Lizzie down, as they now know I am not one to be trifled with. On the even brighter side, I’m not going to subject you to 4,000 words about it. I’m more of a denial/repression guy, so what I need is a distraction. Hey, here’s some distracting stuff:
I know this is a bit unusual, but while on her death bed, Lizzie demanded a burial at sea with full honors, so if there aren’t as many updates today, it’s because I’m either looking for a color guard or en route to the North Atlantic.