Tipsy was here again. In my house, on my couch, eating all my food. She hadn't seen the "Sixth Sense" yet, so in order to escape payment for about my tenth viewing of the movie, I opted to borrow it from our neighbors who just so happen to own it. I'm dog sitting for them, so it was more of an --I'm taking this while you're away and you won't know any better, but if you were here you probably wouldn't care--situation. Two hours later I had a couple of doodles down on paper and Tipsy was done watching the movie. It was time, once again, to go check up on my neighbor's pets, a last night visit to make sure bowels were empty and the house locked. I forced a somewhat spooked Tipsy into the car and we headed down the street to our destination. I pulled the car into the driveway (a very eery driveway mind you) and put the car into park. Immediately barking and the clanking of some sort resounded in the car. Tipsy started acting like an idiot, she's such a coward. But I was scared too, just that I like this sort of thing. I mean, being scared shitless is good...if you have already shitted. Which I did...or had. Tipsy goes into autopilot, visions of Texas and chainsaws floating through her head like sugar plum faeries...or something. Finally I convince her that it was just my car (which is on crack) and it's crazy brakes, but just between you and me---I didn't believe me. I mean, sure my car is on crack, but a crack addict doesn't make thumping noises. And these were thumping loudly. So we go in the house, after much weedling, this house is pretty creepy. We turn on all the lights like the brave soilders that we are (not) and manage to get the job done. Well, we didn't do the "deed" really, we were just making sure the animals did. Which they did. Trust me. Sooooo, long story short, we dashed out of the house and back home. Where we are now. And I'm still spooked. So is Tipsy, our senses are all a tither. Like that nice tie in to the beginning of the entry? Yeah, that's Tipsy, who's typing this. In Gypsy's voice. Because she can. I wish Tipsy would stop writing half sentences. That'd be nice. But she won't. Because she can.

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