Obviously I blacked out. Last I remember she seemed highly interested in my thoughts on Common Core State Standards and how Glen Beck was obviously going broke and feeling irrelevant so he latched onto something he could sensationalize at the risk of harming our educational system and people actually paid twenty bucks to see that movie.
Next thing I knew I was sprawled out on the floor of the back porch with two dead frogs, one in each hand. Frog blood everywhere. She looked into my eyes, nodded her little head and let out the perfect little purr signaling to the others she had dinner.
Today I am grateful to go to the office. It's getting weird out here, folks.