Logan Big Ears

I tried to delete one of my blog-things - and now it says "deleted by the administrator" - like I did something wrong. 

The most shocking part is that I am surprised

'Nova was on at noon - first beer was 5 of noon.  Second beer was shortly thereafter... third beer chased it.  Now it's 5:00 and I'm thinking of calling old girlfriends and buying a motorcycle - pretty good signs I'm on my way to being skunked.

Two hours from now would be a good time to ask me for money - or to do nude skydiving - or a myriad of other things you want the answer to be "sure"

I was roused from this morning's slumber by a dog kiss.  An kiss that said, "Alright, it's 2 hours past breakfast and I think I've been patient enough"

It smelled like I was being licked by a dumpster. I'm not sure what he got into, there are no rotting animals or sulfur pits in the house, so I don't know what is behind this new incarnation of doggie halitosis (his teeth look fine).  Someone, or something - is getting a mouth-bath today.  (and don't say, "that's what she said")

What I am to do with this I have no idea.

Does anyone have any good stories about soft cheeses, that don't involve references about opening your proverbial sluice gates at both ends?