How can I tell it is September without looking at the calendar? The little fuckers are everywhere! Every time a door opens, sixteen more fly in from the out doors. You know that place where they belong!
In other news. I think Stuperman is sick. Not a cold or flue sick either. But sick sick. I'm calling his doctor tomorrow and they better get him in damn soon becuase I want some blood tests done. Fab, he might just be your child, after all.