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Being that it’s all Presidents Day and shit, I would normally have  a very serious, thoughtful, argument discussion about Presidents that has never been made in such detail or with such care ,  but mrs tbogg and I are having a day off together as we celebrate the conclusion of Romance Weekend which includes Valentines Day and Feb 15th, the anniversary of our first date twenty-seven years ago. As I recall we saw Ragtime and later there were shenanigans, quite possibly caused by the sight of  Elizabeth McGovern’s boobies.

Unfortunately our plan to spend the day at the zoo was washed out by the big-ass storm that hit San Diego (and nobody likes the smell of a wet monkey, and you can take that to the bank), so we’re off to late lunch and then a movie. Because of the dogs we don’t go to too many movies since we work so many hours and we’re not at home with them as much as they would like, the needy little bastards. We figure this afternoon is a good time since they’ll be curled up on the bed because of the rain and general all-around gloom. That and a few leftover muscle relaxers belonging to Satchmo that I scattered on the floor.

I’ll be back later unless there are some more post-movie shenanigans, in which case you’re on your own.

In the meantime, enjoy making the cat talk dirty because, well, you know that’s what you’re going to do.