June 25: Huxley dug up (destroyed) HLC's carpet in her spare bedroom.
July 1: Oscar bit my hand. Within 8 hours, my hand was swollen, red and achy, a/k/a infected. Tetanus shot and a round of antibiotics should clear it right up.
July 3: Huxley locked himself in my running jeep while I was at the gas station. I had to have the dealership cut a new key and bring it to me across town, while I waited in the gas station parking lot.
July 5: So far, it's quiet. Everyone is sleeping, no doubt dreaming of ways to destroy me.
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