Our cat Fluffy

Bonnie's still not feeling very well, so we'll have to put off the trip to the BMW dealership until later in the week.

The cat has been acting strange all morning. Ol' Fluffy is looking a little, um, what's the word? Not "sluggish." What's that word? ...um, "bitten." Fluffy is looking a little bitten this morning.

Dinner at the Johnsons

Dinner at the Johnsons' was fun. Bonnie and I did get a little tipsy from the wine. I warned her, "hon, now don't get tipsy." But we did. We got tipsy.

It was just like the good ol' days at Sigma Kappa Delta Gamma Phi. Good times.

Bonnie said she's not feeling well, so I'd better go put her to bed. Too much wine.

Tomorrow we have to get up early to go to the BMW and get the biggest gas-guzzling SUV we can find. Hopefully, it will cost a lot and serve as a reminder to normal people how great we are.

Life sure is swell!

Dear journal...

I do so like golf. I played a round today at the club with Jim Johnson and John Jameson (from the office). Jim tried to take a mulligan on the 16th! What a scamp!

Bonnie and I are having dinner at the Johnson's tomorrow night. I think I'll bring a bottle of red wine. No, white. No, red. No...no...white. I hope we take small sips. Wouldn't want to get tipsy!

I like my life. Things are all going my way!