So we're finally at Kara's house. We were SUPPOSED to be here since monday, housesitting. In other words, eating all her food, snooping through her stuff, dirtying her sheets, and running through the house naked.

But what with the whole getting my tooth pulled and everything, I've just wanted to stay at home. I didn't realize that there would actually be some recovery involved in the whole tooth-pulling thing. Also, Angus is going through this thing where he screams every time he leaves the house, and I wasn't ready to deal with that the last two days. I was bitchy enough.

HI KARA! Don't worry, Aaron came by yesterday and fed Sophie's fish, and checked on the hamster. They're still alive.
And we're here now. We have already located all the popsicles and all the booze. We ate your burgers and feta cheese. WE ARE DOING GREAT!

Gotta go, Aaron's lighting the empty vodka bottle on fire and Angus is letting it be known that he's had enough of being neglected.