Houseboy Number 136, Libertad Angus, was so mad about not getting to go to Palm Springs with us that he decided to sneak into the suitcase and jump out in the hotel to surprise us. It was sort of a sweet idea, but unfortunately, he got in the wrong bag and wound up in our gastroenterologist’s lab. Beats me, the darndest things go on around here, it’s just wacky. Anyway, he popped out during a lower endoscopy and apparently all hell broke loose. Honestly. Jane has always been a perfectly darling doctor to us, especially as a doctor whose job entails taking a peep up the old poop chute and I just don’t know how I’m going to face her after this. Not that I actually face her while she’s working, but you know what I mean.
Oh, that bad Libertad.