Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Lunch Meat

This morning, the guy was making a sandwich for Cher Penultima and he casually flipped some of the lunch meat down onto the floor for Seamus and Murray. Where to begin?

How long has this been going on? Right under my nose. Honestly, I'd be angry, but right now I'm just shocked. Seamus? Seriously? Come on. He's useless. What has he done to deserve special treatment of any kind. Honest to Betsy, I can understand Murray. He's a pretty good little guy. Very respectful and always willing to pick up patrol shifts when guests are over. I get that.

But Seamus?

I'd frame him for another broken vase, but if he hasn't demonstrated how little he deserves lunch meat treats by now, I'm not sure anything I can do would drive that point home.

Henri I could even kind of understand.

Charley I could understand. But nobody want to deal with the back end of that mess, if you take my meaning.

Seamus?

There will be repercussions.

Monday, June 18, 2007

Scuttlebutt

A dog has been discussed.

While it's not necessary to respond to every rumor that winds around the house, this one warrants a one word reply:

No.

Friday, June 15, 2007

Yes, We Have No Bananas

I really don't like how bananas smell. Not a bit.

Also Noxzema.

That is all.

Thursday, June 07, 2007

I threw up on the couch last night.

Actually it was this morning. Pretty early like 5 AM. I was going to clean it up, but I'm not allowed on the counter, so I couldn't get to the paper towels. Also the sink isn't the kind I can turn on, so water was unavailable. It was a fiasco all around.

Moving right along. Sweet Penultimatina asked me to name five songs that I like. The list follows:

1. The Desert Search for Techno Allah by Mr. Bungle
2. In the Hall of the Mountain King by Edvard Greig
3. Green Eyed Lady by Sugarloaf
4. Where Did You Get Your Little Fez by Biddinger and Thompson
5. The Star Spangled Banner by Francis Scott Key