Friday Fill in

 

It’s Friday Fill In time. Ruby’s fill ins are in capitals.

I know I am having a good day when MOMMY’S BACK, KNEE , FOOT,  AND ANKLE HURT SO MUCH SHE TAKES ASPRIN, AND A PRESCRIPTION MUSCLE RELAXANT, THEN PASSES OUT WITH ME ON HER LAP WHERE I CAN GROOM MYSELF SO MUCH THAT WHEN MOMMY FINALLY WAKES UP HER LAP IS SO WET SHE THINKS SHE PEED HERSELF.

I have been told I SNORE when I am asleep. THIS INTELLIGENCE CAME FROM THE MASSACHUSETTS BIGFOOT HUNTERS ASSOCIATION WHO FOR MONTHS HEARD MY BUILDING SHAKING NOCTURNAL EMISSIONS AND THOUGHT THE WOUNDED SASQUATCH WAS CAUGHT IN A TRAP AND WAS BELLOWING IN PAIN.

A UNOPENED CAN OF DOG FOOD AND A PET UNFRIENDLY CAN OPENER  makes me feel helpless.

I have a lot of confidence in my ability TO OPEN THE STRAIT OF HORMUZ IF I CHOOSED TO DO SO BY STARING INTO THE EYES OF THOSE WHO CLOSED IT UNTIL THEY BROKE AND OPENED IT. WHAT WORKS FOR A TREAT SHALL WORK FOR A STRAIT.