So, I'm walking the dogs. I haven't been stopped by very many homeless people or others wanting money, but I figured that I needed to like draw the line and not give money to everyone who asks because I'll be broke sooner or later. As I crossed West Third south of Frankfort, a couple, apparently homeless, started to cross Frankfort to talk.
Lady: Sir, can we have your spare change?
Me: No, not tonight.
Lady: Can I pet your dogs. They're beautiful.
Me: Not really, you take your chances with coming near them. I'd rather not take a chance.
Lady: That's a pretty boxer.
Dude: That's a beagle.
Lady: What kind of dog is that big dark one?
Me: She's a mean fuckin' bitch.
Lady: Oh ... thanks for telling us.
Me: You're welcome.
There's a new recipe posted at The Kitchen. Finally. Oh ... and a picture of some cheesecake for all those who might be looking for that kind of thing. We have something for everyone!
Posted by Bill at November 25, 2005 10:09 PM