Well…it’s Friday, December the 8th.  Second shotgun season for deer starts tomorrow so I came home from work an hour early to pack up my stuff and hit the road.  As usual, I let Ralph out when I got home.  As I walked over to the sliding door, I noticed a nice fresh pile of yarf that the cat left for me.  Do you notice how the rug is missing?  That’s because the little S.O.B. puked on it the other day and it’s still being washed.  I’m suprised he didn’t wait until it was nice and clean and back on the floor to defile it again.  Worthless M*(&^%#>”} F*&^$%%**