Thursday, August 30, 2007
I hope it's like that live toad thing
You know the one. Where they say if you eat a live toad first thing in the morning, the rest of the day is bound to be better?
What I started with today was the residual effects of a cat tap-dancing on my face in the night. I had blamed Painty the Paranoid Princess, but on reflection, while she likes to sleep at the top of my head like a cat beret and try out a fluffy calico mustache on me now and again, she doesn't usually walk on me. On the other hand, after it got light, little Sandy was rampaging around the room and along the edge of my bed, which was the first time she's done that. So I don't know whodunnit. All I know is I have a scratched nose and bruised eye, and I Am Not Happy About It.
Makes me wonder if the spam I got recently was intended as some sort of vague warning. The sender was Deathward Bottommost. It was for a diet I am NOT going to try.
Speaking of death.... When we were up in Denver recently, driving around looking for the Lakeside Amusement Park entrance, we saw something odd at one of those little neighborhood strip malls. The business on one end was a Cremation Society. Next door was a little shop named Casket Mart. Fair enough, though kind of a jaunty name, all things considered. Maybe Box, Burn and Beyond was already taken. But the kicker was the last shop on the other end, with a BIG sign offering "Meat and Sausage"!!!
Smoked sausage, one presumes.
What I started with today was the residual effects of a cat tap-dancing on my face in the night. I had blamed Painty the Paranoid Princess, but on reflection, while she likes to sleep at the top of my head like a cat beret and try out a fluffy calico mustache on me now and again, she doesn't usually walk on me. On the other hand, after it got light, little Sandy was rampaging around the room and along the edge of my bed, which was the first time she's done that. So I don't know whodunnit. All I know is I have a scratched nose and bruised eye, and I Am Not Happy About It.
Makes me wonder if the spam I got recently was intended as some sort of vague warning. The sender was Deathward Bottommost. It was for a diet I am NOT going to try.
Speaking of death.... When we were up in Denver recently, driving around looking for the Lakeside Amusement Park entrance, we saw something odd at one of those little neighborhood strip malls. The business on one end was a Cremation Society. Next door was a little shop named Casket Mart. Fair enough, though kind of a jaunty name, all things considered. Maybe Box, Burn and Beyond was already taken. But the kicker was the last shop on the other end, with a BIG sign offering "Meat and Sausage"!!!
Smoked sausage, one presumes.
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