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Like me! The short and sweet part, that is. I know what you all were thinking..."dumb as a post". Well, I'm not. I'm dumb like a bunny.
Enough of that idiocy; I'm full! Onto idiocy-lite, all the stupidity, half the IQ. Silly mood? Me. Nah. :oP
What to tell you? Should I reveal that I murdered the meter reader and buried him in fresh cement in my basement*? No, too risky. I know what I can tell you! The fox was back, last night, looking to snack on Boots. This time, MrBug woke up to its 'screaming'. I woke up, right on the heels of his waking and saw him standing at the bedroom window. I asked, "Is it the fox, again?" to which he replied, "I think so". I said, "I don't want it to eat Boots" which prompted him to go downstairs and call Boots inside. He said when he called her he heard her let out a snarling meow and then she ran in with her tail all bottle-brushed. All I know is, before I drifted back to sleep she jumped up on the bed, walked up the length of me, pulled my hair while 'making a bed' on my pillow and then jumped down to see what was in her bowl.
Today, while grocery shopping, MrBug accosted me. He called me on my cell and, as I was talking to him, some guy behind me says, "I like you in that denim dress". I turn to give the guy the hair eyeball and it's my hubby. Sneaky, isn't he? I told you that to tell you this: As we were checking out, we were discussing the fox fiasco and he said I snapped at him when I said "I don't want it to eat Boots" as if he had lobbed her at the fox (and not in a good, homina-homina lobbing way). I may have; I was half asleep and may have thought he was standing there doing nothing while she was out there, a piece of potential fox-bait. I can't be held accountable for how I act when I'm not fully awake (thus the murder of the meter reader! I have a great defense!).
I think that's it. Let me think... Anything else? Anything else? Oh, just a weird bit of synchronized family spaz, this evening.
MrBug comes in from grilling, out back, and kicks Buddy's dog bowls, sending kibble to the four corners of our kitchen. Minutes later Savagefuzzball, while cleaning up the dinner table, fumbles a glass of soda and spatters the walls and floor with Pepsi. As I'm laughing and accusing her of being her father's spazzy daughter, I knock over the huge wooden candlestick on the server in the living room, sending it crashing to the floor and the candlestick rolling under the dining room table.
That's it. The end. Finito. Come back tomorrow, we might have restocked by then.
*To any law enforcement types, I'm freakin' kidding!!
Enough of that idiocy; I'm full! Onto idiocy-lite, all the stupidity, half the IQ. Silly mood? Me. Nah. :oP
What to tell you? Should I reveal that I murdered the meter reader and buried him in fresh cement in my basement*? No, too risky. I know what I can tell you! The fox was back, last night, looking to snack on Boots. This time, MrBug woke up to its 'screaming'. I woke up, right on the heels of his waking and saw him standing at the bedroom window. I asked, "Is it the fox, again?" to which he replied, "I think so". I said, "I don't want it to eat Boots" which prompted him to go downstairs and call Boots inside. He said when he called her he heard her let out a snarling meow and then she ran in with her tail all bottle-brushed. All I know is, before I drifted back to sleep she jumped up on the bed, walked up the length of me, pulled my hair while 'making a bed' on my pillow and then jumped down to see what was in her bowl.
Today, while grocery shopping, MrBug accosted me. He called me on my cell and, as I was talking to him, some guy behind me says, "I like you in that denim dress". I turn to give the guy the hair eyeball and it's my hubby. Sneaky, isn't he? I told you that to tell you this: As we were checking out, we were discussing the fox fiasco and he said I snapped at him when I said "I don't want it to eat Boots" as if he had lobbed her at the fox (and not in a good, homina-homina lobbing way). I may have; I was half asleep and may have thought he was standing there doing nothing while she was out there, a piece of potential fox-bait. I can't be held accountable for how I act when I'm not fully awake (thus the murder of the meter reader! I have a great defense!).
I think that's it. Let me think... Anything else? Anything else? Oh, just a weird bit of synchronized family spaz, this evening.
MrBug comes in from grilling, out back, and kicks Buddy's dog bowls, sending kibble to the four corners of our kitchen. Minutes later Savagefuzzball, while cleaning up the dinner table, fumbles a glass of soda and spatters the walls and floor with Pepsi. As I'm laughing and accusing her of being her father's spazzy daughter, I knock over the huge wooden candlestick on the server in the living room, sending it crashing to the floor and the candlestick rolling under the dining room table.
That's it. The end. Finito. Come back tomorrow, we might have restocked by then.
*To any law enforcement types, I'm freakin' kidding!!
