little mister's getting a little stinky. not because he's been with us 4 days. i was going to give him a bath the day he got sick and then the surgery and now i can't wash plus his bed's probably a little stinky and he's right next to me you see but i'm not complaining and r. has been very nice about it but i wonder if i can put a little of my special tulsi and pinon oil on him, mmm i just did. mister smells goood. who needs a stinkin' bath. he doesn't smell near as much as my friend in grammar school who lived in a shack i think without plumbing and a tv with a big hole his dad blasted and mom said it's really nice to bring your friend to sleep over but the whole house smelled for days and she said if he comes again do you think you could offer him a bath without offending him but for some reason i felt ashamed to notice his smell and he didn't sleep over again and i don't think we stayed friends. i wonder what ever happened to him. there is no way of telling now. isn't that strange when there is no possible way on earth of telling what happened so someone you're curious about? well i looked up one someone and i regretted it. things happen and they stay in the past for good reason i spose and what's more remarkable is what sustains the ravages of time.