a day
Wow, it sure was nice out today. Kind of took everybody by suprise, I think. It only rained for like, fifteen minutes out of the whole day! Sadly, I spent most of it inside, making the house all nice and pretty; but I did get out a little bit in the evening, long enough in any case to be bitten by about five hundred mosquitos. Or perhaps it was by the same mosquito five hundred times. I wasn't really keeping track. I killed about twenty of the poor little creatures too, I'm afraid. I was wondering what had caused their numbers to increase so dramatically, and then I saw the six-inch deep standing water in the woods behind my house. There's like a swamp across the street, too, but I think the mosquitos over there limit themselves to biting the kids that live over that way. They (the humans) provided ample dining opportunities today for those across-the-street insects: they spent most of the afternoon playing out in the woods in their bathing suits.
And then I watched some TV this evening, and I happened to see an ad for Budweiser that says we should buy their beer because they're 'the last big american brewery owned by americans.' What a pitch, huh? I know I always choose my beer based on the economic impact of the bewery operation, and many of my friends choose strictly on nationalist principles, so Bud's campaign is sure to be a sweeping sucess. Or it would be, at least, if they could make a beer that's even half-tolerable. I bought Sam Adams for the party.