February 1, 2011

ring my bail (bill of rings)

dear in eleven years diary,

it will be my phone number. that's stupid. now i just gave out my phone number. but that's ok. nobody knows the area code. there's a pump out by the shed. the CIA has not produced any public information. ima clean the oven soon. i usually do after the holiday's but i wasn't done cooking turkeys. but i am now. for a while anyway. becky has a chapped paw. the grump used to get those when he was a baby dog too. my legs used to rub together as a kid when we would go to the zoo or six flags. it always hurt. i bet becky's paw feels like that. i soaked it in a pan and cleaned it really well and then applied the special cream from the vet from the last time. it'll be better tomorrow. school is out today so ima make the kid scrub his room down- change his bed. i dunno if the cleaner lady will come- i'd bet she will. i love tuesdays. well, i guess i will close up shop for the night. maybe the mall will be open today. i would hate to miss a safe day.