ghost writer

I was gone for the night with Jimmy to left to fend for himself  - again.  I then come home to find this:

In the past when I've blogged about Jimmy's various run-ins, I've always made a point to show the posts to him.

Upon query, he told me he had accidentally dropped my toothbrush off the counter and behind the toilet (ewwww).  Much more importantly, he wanted me to know that he saved it in case I might still want to use it (even worse).

Interesting way to warn.... He definitely has a flair for the dramatic.

Apparently he took a liking to the blog fame.  If this isn't a cry for attention, I don't know what is.  I kindof ignored it for a while.  But about a week after the incident he asked why I hadn't blogged about it yet.  If you give a mouse a cookie....

{p.s.  For those of you who'd already read this post and now see it differently - Jimmy had some Monday-morning quarterback 'suggestions'.  In the interest of an accurate presentation and a 'team' approach to blogging, I changed around the order of my presentation. Once again, a bit more dramatic to suit his creative side.}