Dear humans,

The female is descending into the caverns of madness. Hope may be lost for her. Allergies have created nasal congestion, coughing, a very mild sore throat from the coughing and the congestion and the constant clearing of her throat, and... the starts of a double ear infection due to the sinus issues.

Allergies = sinus problems = more problems = fun.

Not. Please use the sarcasm font. We need a sarcasm font.

She'll be okay, and she's handling this with good humor. Mostly. She finds holding her breath and popping her ears to be particularly hilarious right now, as instead of popping, they go blub blub blub.

Yeah. There's fluid in places in her head where the fluid doesn't belong.

Once again, she'll be okay, so please join us in laughing about the blub blub blub.

If you think that's weird, she has weird tear ducts, and on a bad day, she can hold her nose closed and blow bubbles out of her tear ducts. Today, fortunately, is not one of those days. She is not sick enough for that yet.

Humans are so weird.

Please enjoy this horribly blurry picture of my sister excitedly licking her chops over a new order of temptations. She loves temptations.

While I'm here snooping in my sister's photographs, please enjoy this picture of her playing in the wet place the female stores bubbles.

Are those pictures enough? No? Okay. One more.

Princess really likes chin scritches. She also enjoys interrupting the female while she's working.

Okay. We're done that. Here is a stolen snippet of The Run Around (Bernadette Franklin) for your enjoyment. Note: This one will be increasing to $5.99 in the afternoon of its release day, so if you want it for $4.99, you need to preorder it or purchase the morning of release day.

Hell manifested as a set of invoices registering the purchase of adult company under one of the marketer’s accounts, a rather illegal activity in the state of New York. The high water came along in the form of my boss flipping his lid on the hiring company. Within an hour of my unpleasant discovery of the acquisition of prostitutes for clients on the company’s dime, the cops showed up to claim the evidence, and they brought several employees from the company with them. I wasn’t sure why, but I decided against questioning the cops about it.

The invoices, which had been in the unsorted pile from the not-quite-accountants and only a few days old, cleared them of wrongdoing; they hadn’t even had a chance to see the damned things before it’d gotten into my hands. I could do without the cops leering at me, and I bet my entire face would be burned permanently red before I got through the job from hell.

Garret, still fuming to the point I expected smoke to roll out of his ears, paced around my office and made disgruntled noises while waiting for the entourage to finish clearing out.

“Prostitutes!” Garret grunted, flung his hands into the air, and resumed pacing. “And they weren’t even that Meltrew woman’s prostitutes. They were a marketer’s prostitutes. Why does this company have such a huge prostitution problem? How is this even possible?”

A professional remained calm in any situation, but I suspected my boss’s patience had finally snapped due to the unexpected illegalities. Embezzlement and other financial crimes tended to crop up often enough in our line of work, but the hiring of prostitutes was a new one.

Have a great Sunday folks!

(We do wish it were Saturday, though. The female wants a longer weekend. Yes, she's whining. She'll survive. Or she better. Or else!)

~The Furred & Frond Management