Hiatus

Okay, it's been a bleeeeach week. I've got an infection on my leg that won't go away , and now it has spread to my face. Bee is putting antibacterial ointment on it, which I have even more itching to lick. But she keeps yelling at me every time I do so, so I'll try to refrain.

Poor Bee. I think she's depressed about her birthday coming up on July 4. I don't know why, though. She's got great friends, a great apartment, an awesome job....ME!!!! I mean, what more does she want?

I know what she wants:

1.) Millions of dollars.
2.) A boyfriend.

Well, neither one can I pick up at Bloomie's for a last minute gift, so she better make do with a few licks and some cuddling on the couch. Dee might be able to give her, like, $50 in a card, but nothing close to millions. As for boyfriends, maybe she'll loan out London Fling for a quickie? Doubt it.

Oh, Bee. Don't worry, my dear. You'll have plenty to celebrate come the Fourth. Good food, as you know your admirers will take you someplace tasty. And good music, since you know Dee's probably reserving your table at Guest House as we speak. As much as you talk about being fat, we all know you're not.

You've got great family and friends, a job and a roof over your head. Nuff said. I'm going to bed now.