Good Stuff.

As I was leaving dinner last night, I saw something in the parking lot under my car that just put a nice little smile on my face -- the picture to the left is of a magnet that came glued to our phone books showing a really, really piece-of-shit crooked lawyer in Jackson named Richard Schwartz (the magnet hit my trash can about as soon as the phone books hit my desk). I'm going to do all you readers a favor & refrain from a long diatribe about what I think of the morals & ethics of this man & the way he abuses his profession -- it's hard, but I'll refrain. Put it this way: his tag line is, "One Call, That's All!" and he is what you would call a "trial lawyer" when you mean it to be an insult. To see that magnet run over, dirty & plowed into the ground just made me a happy little girl. It's the small things in life, right? (I was saddened to learn that he attended my alma mater, Millsaps College, for undergrad -- I really preferred to have nothing in common with this man other than my front tire running over his goofy face on that magnet)

Somebody got one hell of a haircut!!! Then again, somebody needed it. Mattie was starting to look like Boober from "Fraggle Rock" or that Muppet whose hair hangs down over its eyes. Bless her heart, it's a wonder she could see anything. That is, if she actually could see anything... But take a gander at Winston sneaking a peek at her undercarriage while she gets a good scratch on -- what a little perv.