Check please, I'll be going now...

The truth has been uncovered: Pizza Boy is a stalker.

I went on vacation for a few days, and he freaks out. I told him that I was going to the beach and might never return, that I would just become a beach bum. (Note of sarcasm in my voice). While away, he checks with my land lord to see when I'll be back. He thinks about going to my place of work to find out my return time. He rants and raves all of this to one of my friends, who of course tells me. My friend just "thought you should know." I even told Pizza Boy I would call him when I returned.

I have to say, cats are very wise. Kittybrunette (www.kittybrunette@blogspot.com), my dear friend & not a cat (though sometimes it is hard to tell where the human ends & the feline prowess begins), predicted that Pizza Boy was a psycho. Kudos to mad-cat powers!

And as far as my vacation... it rained almost the entire time we were there! No tan & no sex. It was awful. Who knew lumberjacks could be so digruntled?