Domestica

--Libby is a chocolatie brown. So are my carpet, my couch, her favorite chair, the kitchen floor, and the bath mat. Outside, she is a near-perfect match for the siding, and, this time of year, blends well with last year's leaves and grass.   It is an unplanned and annoying dog camo situation.  I keep losing her.  Is it easier to change dogs or change decor?

--In a sure sign of spring, I just squished my first 2011 spider.

--The commandant's living quarters are a hideous mess. This must be rectified since a rendezvous occurs Tuesday evening. At the height of the previous one, something like 20 or 25 fellow rednecks -- ages 16 to 79 -- found shelter, beverages, custom-shot jerky, and conviviality in the tiny manse. The lies would have made even ol' Blanket Chief proud.

--It is raining, hence sloppy. This erases an important excuse for ignoring the untidiness cited supra.

--Perhaps taking another test drive in the new 1993 F150 is a viable alternative. It's been here for a month. I just didn't get around to mentioning it. There's nothing wrong with the other F150, but this one was available at a good price, and a man should have at least one spare pickup in inventory.
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