  Boom badaaaaaaaaa boom smack smack smack smack, booooooooooom badaaaaaaaaa booooooom, smack smack smack, whooooooooooooooo! Downstairs, my neighbours (referred to as The Most Popular Boys In the World,) are having a party with 50 or so of their closest friends. It's slightly irritating, what with the rattling of the dishes and so on, but I'm not overly upset about it; no one's getting beat up, smashing things, or screaming obscenities; they're merely dancing their tails off, and cheering.
And, well, stomping, evidently. And singing. Yeah, despite the irritation, it sounds like they're genuinely having a good time. Mostly noneventful week, parental units kept us in groceries, and we even managed some treats. On Monday, Kurt calls the Powers That Be to find out how many seconds before the final trump the loan will come in.
Maybe we'll be lucky, and they'll lose it again. No, wait. You know what'd be LUCKY? If they forgot entirely about Kurt when it comes to paying them. When that happens, don't worry about the pain in your rectum; it's just the monkeys getting ready to take off. My poor Lucas has still got the itchies. He's pulling fur off his bum and other Very Itchy Places. I keep checking him for fleas, but to no avail. Either they're not there, or they are ninja fleas.
Another reason to hope for the speedy delivery of the Loan; he's got to see a vet so we can all rest easier. Baby lotion with aloe seems to allievate some of the itch...I bet you'd like me to stop talking about my dog's ass now, eh? All right. We'll talk about MY ass. 
