The FTI Dopes Trial resumes today where we left off from last week. I am so anxious for this to all end as I am unsure how much longer I can be asked to support the Lifestyle of the Rich and Famous type billings I am receiving from Shifty, the lawyer, to conduct this nonsense. Shifty is doing a great job, but My God, this is costing WAY more than I ever dreamed. Now, I am convinced it is the right thing to do, but it is expensive. How expensive is it? Let's just say this: I am seriously studying the habits of Dickey the Peap (including the the thought of having elective surgery to shorten my arms so as to have difficulty reaching for a tab at dinnertime) in order to make ends meet. Now that is drastic!
On a totally unrelated note, the calendar reveals it is once again the second day past Flag Day ( or as we call it, Flag Day +2). This can only mean one thing: it is the Rat Bastard's Birthday. Happy Birthday to our own oafish character. He is a good sport to take the ribbing I direct his way with rarely a protest. Admittedly, part of this is due to his inability to comprehend the written word; regardless, I note his birthday and salute him as well. Happy Birthday, Partner.