The dog is an itch-bag and so today I’m feeding her a tiny bit of garlic in her food to eliminate any chance of fleas. It’s no problem for me, as I can only smell anything half of the time, but apparently she smells. Brewer’s yeast is effective as well, and won’t kill Mixi if she ingests some of Casey’s food as she tends to do, so that’s next to add to my Cupboard Full of Old People Crap.
Today at Commatose Towers we have access to technology that will convert rickety old VHS tapes to the newer but rapidly declining in popularity science of DVDs. This means I will be watching exclusive video footage of ghost hunts from 10 years+ past, as well as numerous clips of people telling me to turn the [f-ing] camera off. I look forward to it.
Thanks to Miklos’s brother, I can now say I know someone whose plane was struck by lightning, probably. Glad it wasn’t me!
