Dog names any longer than one syllable are inane. Hell's bell, name him "Kill" if you must because you are bereft of any modicum of originality. Fuck me (which is too long a name for a God).

Meanwhile, back on the bungalow. Ted Currie showed up for my wood stove for $75. It's one a them Swedish wood stoves what come apart. I said he needed someone to help him get it out of the basement and what happened next was, well, I let him do it by himself against all common sense. I still have elevated blood pressure. What a fuckin mess! Damaged storm door and all. Destroyed door mat. Now, I of younger age would have made the fucker pay either today or in the middle of the night but my health and mental health preclude such. I will just clean it up and be glad he and the stove are gone.

But... I really shoulda keyed his van as he was leaving because that's what the fucker did to me. And he was nasty about it AFTER he got the stove in his van. People can be such assholes!

I did get $20 for a couch and chair later. Well, I had the $20 but buddy said to his buddy, "I can sew that rip on the couch cushion. The wife will freak out when she sees these in the living room!" So, I gave him back the $20 when he was leaving and he said, "Thank you, sir." $20 for "Sir" these days is fuckin cheap!