100 Things I've Always Wanted To Say But Never Did And Now Maybe Should Since The World Might Be Ending -->
Thing 48:
File this under a desire to just go on the record about something ... but since yesterday's "Thing 49" post was about all the creatures that are no longer with "me and mine", it's only a good hedge-bet to make sure that, a la those stickers we used to put on our windows after elementary school fire safety day (stop, drop and roll!) that listed pets the firefolks were to save, if the Mayans were right and I don't make it beyond 48 days from now but others somehow miraculously do, survivors should please find your way to Mishawaka/South Bend Indiana to look after the family's German-squared Shepherd Shultz (he's not just a German Shepherd, but he's authentically German to boot) and ever-ready-to-hug-you Murphy and one-good-eyed Francois and practically tail-less Sophia and Jeffrey the female turtle ... and then hightail it to Chitown to get Baby and Murder out of the apartment (you'll likely find Baby on the fleece blanket on the new couch, a spot from which she's barely moved in the last month ... and Murder might be hidden as she's so skittish, but check the top bunk of the cat bed by the radiator or the shelf right below my desk where she likes to hang out when I work virtually from home). Thanks in advance for taking care of the innocents!
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