I asked my human dad, Gary, as to why he hasn't done another pawst this year. He replied, "Oh Penny! Please, please, please, would you be so kind as to do an article? I've got a trapped nerve in my left shoulder, Penny. It's starting to feel better after nearly two weeks of feeling like I have a toothache in my left shoulder! However, it's still difficult to type something."
Thus, my friend on the other side of the computer screen, here I be. I don't mind taking over the peeboard. Start again, I don't mind taking over the keyboard and pawblishing one of my must-read pawsts.
About a month ago, Gary was sitting on the chair in the living room. He was munching away on some snacks. "Oh yuck! What the hell!?", Gary yelled. This was followed by him making a mad dash to the kitchen sink. I can vividly recall the ensuing puking type sound.
About five minutes before Gary freaked out, he had gone to an unlit kitchen and had grabbed a snack from the counter. He thought the salami tasted kinda' odd. Ah yes, human dad, Oh nos to Schmackos!