Adrienne was cleaning out the garage today and she stumbled on the first letter I ever wrote to her.
Mrs. Blumer,
If your damn dog doesn’t shut up I am going to shoot it!
Can’t a man get a decent night’s sleep in his own home!? I mean, I can understand not sleeping well in someone else’s home-you know, if you just showed up and layed down on their couch- then maybe you could expect to be awakened by someone saying, “what the hell are you doing on my couch!” But in my own bed?! So shut up the chiuahua or he gets it!