The Dogs and L.A.

I was just recycling a bottle and I jammed my head into a coat hook on the wall. No, really. I'll let you draw the diagram. It hurts like a motherfucker (update: It's also forming a little bump now. It still hurts.).

I'm home from California. I don't like California, at least not Southern California. I just don't have the right attitude. And LAX sucks balls.

Susan is still driving around Lake Michigan. She's probably on Mackinaw Island today. She's enjoying herself, so that's good. The Big Yellow Dog is enjoying herself too, I'm told.

I need to go get The Little Asshat Dog from The Crazy Dogwalker Lady now. I hope all is fine with you.