Yes, that was my dog who blogged yesterday. I, Faustus’s guest blogger, was in Baltimore putting together Ikea furniture for my best friend, who required a homosexual’s decorating touch. Faustus may be darting from Jewish ghetto to concentration camp in Eastern Europe, but I now have enough hex tools to festoon a chandelier. Who has the better deal?
I am not sure I should let Goblin stand in for me again. She might get on her high horse, and a Boston terrier on a high horse, while a sight to behold, is a terrible thing indeed.
Does anyone need any advice? We are good at that.