Where is Mark Trail when I need him?

I think I'm being stalked.

After the original dead possum incident on Sunday, I've been a little spooked about the nocturnal goings-on in the backyard. We were driving down the alley Monday night after a futile attempt to get gas for Matt's car, and right at our gate, this possum bounds out of nowhere and starts booking it alongside our car. I felt myself gripping the doorhandle of the car in fear and revulsion.

Last night, me and the dog are taking out the garbage - it's maybe 9:20 PM, and I hear something in the tree at the corner of our fence - I look up to see this large, creepy looking possum skittering up the tree - the damn thing's scent got Lola completely riled up, and I'm starting to question my sanity.

Briefly stated: what's up with all the possums?

In other news, I found out that there's going to be a fundraiser this weekend here in Nashville - Pugs for Obama - held at the Bark-o-Lounge Doggie Daycare. When I told Mom, she wanted to postpone Maggie's spay surgery and drive up this weekend. Cooler heads prevailed. Can you imagine Maggie kicking it old school with the Pugs of Nashville? That would be delightful!

Instead, we're going to hit a Preds game Saturday, watch the debate with friends on Friday - if McCain doesn't weasel out of it - and yes, I know the economy is in the shitter - why don't you use the debate as a forum to tell us how you plan to fix it when you become president? Please!

So far, Fall is going well - my alleged poison ivy doesn't seem to want to become full blown - I have a few splotches of red itchy skin, but it isn't exactly poison ivy.

Still, life is good.