Me : Katherine, what would you like for lunch? K: I would liiiiiiiiiiike, um, I would like slimy macaroni with stinky cheese. And some chicken. The kind that’s dead without feathers. Right. Because we usually give her the live kind and let her use the quills to pick her teeth?
Category: Humor
Hearing things.
Yesterday evening, John dragged me out of the house to Heather and Bob’s for supper. I wasn’t particularly hungry, couldn’t taste anything (which was a real shame) and was miserably sick, but getting out was probably good for me on some level. Having been cooped up all day hacking up lungs, getting out and seeing…
More along the line of laundry
John and I had an interesting email exchange over the course of the day. Deleting the personal and irrelevant stuff, it went more or less like this: Me: Day’s going okay so far. K and I are both still alive. Could you make arrangements to swap stuff with the Barretts for Saturday? John: Right. Will…
Laundry lesson, for the domestically challenged
For the education of certain parties who reside in this house. Please take careful note of the following common errors: The appropriate placement for discarded vestments and other articles of clothing is within said hamper. Also please note that leather belts, diapers, money and pocket knives should be removed from the clothing before the latter…
The perils of lobster
Recently we received a postcard from Natasha, aka Sarai the Mumbling Monkey. Actually, I should backtrack a little here and fill in a post that I kept meaning to write but didn’t. Natasha hails from the other side of the continent and, before heading to grad school, decided to venture as far east as she…
Raising the Bar Strength & Conditioning 