Jen and her girlfriend Karen came over on Saturday. They brought their daughter/dog, an ancient and beautiful Boston terrier named Maggie, to play with Goblin.

Goblin’s initial snappishness gave way to a few tentative butt sniffs.

At one point in the visit, I suggested that, as my guests were lesbians (the human guests anyway . . . the jury is still out on Maggie), we all gather ’round and have a sing-along to the one song I know on the guitar: “Center Stage” by the Indigo Girls. This was a joke, naturally, but Karen questioned my intent.

Did I think, she asked, just because they were lesbians that they should like the stereotypically lesbian band the Indigo Girls?

Then she ripped off her flannel shirt and beat me with a shovel.

Okay, that’s another joke. She was wearing a tee shirt. Ha ha.

I love Jen and Karen and Maggie.

Update: The entry I wrote in last week’s competition, as most of you guessed, was the third. Therefore, I don’t owe no one nuttin. And I am the true winner because you like me, you really like me! Or, at least, you can recognize me in a crowd. Please join me in thanking Faustus for writing the first entry and Cara for writing the second. Either one of them could take over being me any day, as far as I’m concerned.