The Fluffy One does us many services! He even whacked me once.
As my little storyteller. No, really. It will pass, however. I just need to let the allergy medicine kick in again. I leave you with the knowledge that I like to sew. I’m pretty good at it, I mean, even though I’ve sewn a great many things to my own body parts, it all endsContinue reading “I feel the same…”
True story: I had a fish named Benny. Benny and Maristella, named for characters from a soap opera I watched during childhood nosebleeds. All my other fish had names too, but when Benny died, and we called my Poppy to tell him Benny The Fish died, my Poppy said, “Ohhh, no. …Who’s Benny The Fish?”
One would think, but I’m assured this all happened. Today, I sprayed my hedges with milk. They have powdery mildew, you see. I didn’t realize at the time that the yard would then smell like milk. I’m hoping it doesn’t smell like sour milk tomorrow.
I don’t know whose underpants I’m wearing.
You would think, having used old crappy psycho drawings for two weeks, I’d have a bunch of strips lined up ready to go, but no. You don’t need to know this, of course. Just go and admire the pimping skills of my kittens, I know I do. They know I do, too. I think I’llContinue reading “It’s the writer’s cramp!”
It may be the fifth time I’ve used that malady as an excuse. I’m taking a short break from the saga of how the Ninja Twins were placed under house arrest to bring you my ridiculous impressions of Olympic Sports from 1988. Note the officials are South Korean, otherwise I’m sure this could pass forContinue reading “Olympic Fever!”
…they know what they want.
Oh, the poor kittens. Of course, it loses a lot of suspense when you realize it’s all a flashback. Then again, one of the non-fictional twins jumped head-first into a glass door tonight, so they never fail to dish the suspense to the max. I have since covered the door with Stik-ees, but the kittenContinue reading “On the first part of the journey….”