It's a Conspiracy

I really think they are conspiring against me. Does that sound like I'm paranoid???

I'm referring to my two-year-old son and my 5-month-old beagle puppy. They are teaming up to trash my office, my home, and drive me nuts. The beagle drinks from a sippy cup, my son eats from the dog bowl, and one of them is chewing on electrical cords.

I have more grey hair than I deserve and, from the way they look at me, think they are plotting to take over the house. It's like Stewey from Family Guy meets Dogbert.

But, I still love them!

I've been busy with the new credit restoration business. I guess I am not allowed to talk about it too much, as AR took away my blogging points for my last post. Not like I need them or have any idea what they are for, but it's the principle.

Until next time,

 Scott