Well here I sit back in front of the keyboard, bruised and beaten. Now if you can keep a secret I will tell you how the bruised and beaten part happened. Be sure you keep this to yourself if word got out about this I am sure I would end up in a straight jacket, or worse have my medication taken away from me. I know you will find this hard to believe but take my word for it, my house is not like any house you are aware of. Friday December 17th, started out as a normal enough day but I new it would not be a normal day, because it was house cleaning day. As always when I do my house cleaning I saved what I know will be the worst part for last. It all starts when I drag out the old Hoover and plug her in, then all hell breaks loose. The gang of dust bunnies under the bed turn into the dust bunnies from hell. Bunny scampered out from under the bed and bit me on the ankle, while I tried to shake her loose from my ankle Clump climbed onto the bed and cannon balls off the bed into my groin sending me crashing to the floor in some serious pain. As soon as I hit the floor the rest of the dust bunny gang scurried out from under the bed and pummeled me into unconsciousness. When I came too all the dust bunnies were gone and the bag on the Hoover was torn to shreds. Sometimes I think, why not just give up but then the reality of it all comes to me, today they conquer my home, tomorrow the world.! It’s all up to me, I must save the world from these evil things. I wish I could get the best of them just once so I could prove to myself that they can be beat. I thought I did one in awhile ago but it turn out he had a fight with his mate and was suicidal, he actually threw himself in front of the Hoover. Under the circumstances that kill was not much of a confidence builder for me. Well I’m off to the vacuum repair shop to get a new bag for the Hoover. Damn! Did I accidentally take my meds twice today? Oh well! This is me saying goodbye to you till whenever