Hey . . . hey . . . hey . . . HEY! Guess what? It’s damn near GameDay! Tomorrow we play Mississippi State, which has acquired a fabulous new coach, so that makes for an interesting game. It’s in Starkville, though, so I’m not going (Dad says that city is aptly named). And just so you know, last week we beat Louisiana Monroe 31 to nothing. Wow, that’s the first time in three years we won our first game. It’s a good feeling.
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I’m trying to remember if anything interesting has been going on lately. If you saw my last post then you know what my favorite part of last Saturday was. That was definitely the highlight of the week. You know I love that Aubie.
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Both of the kitties have been well-behaved . . . until this morning. We woke up to the sound of loud goings-on in the bathroom. I stumbled in to find Renton killing my rubber duckie in the tub; he doesn’t take kindly to them, apparently. After I closed his bathroom access Hermione was ready for some good old-fashioned Renton-wrestling. Five o’clock in the morning means nothing to these chickens.
The sound of a metal cat food scoop hitting the kitty food canister, though . . . now that means something to ’em. It’s always a hoot to see the chickens slip and slide down the tile hall trying to be the first one to the bowl. Unfortunately, now they react like this whenever they hear any sort of metal clanging. It’s not as much of a hoot to see them slipping and sliding into the kitchen when I pick up a measuring cup to scoop flour.