Wordless Wednesday: We Didn’t Need A Bigger Boat
Tucker Tuesday: Shark Week
Tucker’s follow-up X-Rays, performed yesterday, have revealed that his lungs are now clear of aspirated fluid. His appetite has returned, but he is still down several pounds that he can ill-afford to have lost. At the moment he is on a diet of pretty much exclusively high-calorie Stella & Chewy’s freeze-dried patties, rehydrated in water so he can get them down more easily. Tucker thinks that’s pretty grand.
And what does Dennis get? A case of the envies.
In Space No One Can Hear You Scream
Having accidentally missed the launch of our own shuttle, it had seemed as if there was no chance we would be able to save the earth from the giant asteroid on a collision course; but, at the last moment and at great expense, we were able to procure a replacement ship, the Orca, piloted by my old friend Quint’s brother, Quad. The earth now has a second chance, and we must make the most of it!
Here on the southern California coast, the current heat wave is a bit of a bust (so far). It’s quite warm, but not unbearable. (Go north or inland, though, and watch out.) The last heat wave, though, in April, was a doozy, and the beaches were closed from Solana Beach to Carlsbad because of a fatal shark attack, so there was much misery in San Diego County …