Neanderpundit

Broad is bemoaning the lack of useful warmage in her crapper, and I can definitely concur; this sucks.

When I was a kid, Gramps had bue ticks. Big, stinky smelly dogs. Partially smelly because t hey had a habit of sleeping in the crappers. Or on them, to be more accurate.

See, Gramps had indoor plumbing but for many years they;’d used an outhouse, and it was still there. Hell, if someone was using the house crapper, you STILL used the outhouse.

So as often as not, you had to chase off a dog. There was an old horsehair brush there, to sweep off the ticks and fleas that the dogs generally left on the seat- and we always dosed the dsamned thing with a liberal sprinkling of flea powder once or twice a week- but man, the seat was always warm when you sat.

Once I remember having to push the thing off it’s foundation so a dog could scrape his way out, having fallen down the hole. And I remember more than one cold fall evening, shooing a dog off a hole, and sitting down on the warm seat, scritching said dog betwixt the ears in thanks for keeping my place.

Look: We’ve done our part. We haven’t been spending as if we’d already won. And we purchase tickets at the prerequisite intervals.

We just feel the whole process failing us. Especially on Monday Mornings when we must drag our asses out of bed in the wee hours of the morning to go to our jobs and take the Oglet to school, instead of hibernating as should be our right.

Please get your act together. We’re not looking for a huge win, a quarter of a billion or anything like that, we just want enough to finance a long nap every year. November until, say, May.

Regards
The Ogs

Just have someone stop by and put a cup of this in your bowl every day

Purina Bachelor Chow