My blankets are no longer coming apart at the seams.
My lacy underwear has no new holes (except the ones created by human fingers ripping them off in the heat of passion of course)
I no longer find piles of crackers in the corners of cupboards.
Squirrel no longer wanders through the house swinging his machete and mumbling obscenities to himself.
There's peace in the schoolhouse in Bear River Valley tonight.
All thanks to King George.
Who's totally worth the price of cat food.
