What eye opener today, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed and to it raining cats and dogs. But that doesn't make it the end of the world. And in my line of work, no news is good news. I'd like to think of myself as the cat's meow, with 9 lives and a face only my mudder could love. Now don't get bent out of shape, I ain't no cry baby, just a first class ball buster that lives by the rules, an eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth. Especially when one hand washes the other.

But something fishy is going on here. I smell a rat, looking like something the cat dragged in. This ain't the blind leading the blind, but more like the early bird catches the worm. And I wasnt born yesterday. Some may interpret that saying as, finder's keeper's loser's weepers, and sorry Charlie tricks are for kids.

Here is a word to the wise, just like my Mama, who was as old as the hills, and weaker than a kitten on her death bed used to say, "m Boy, make sure you always have on clean underwear ! "