April's Real Blog

Sunday, August 27, 2006

Ugh, my 'rents!

K, so U know how my mom has been talking abt getting back in2 doing sum writing, like she useta do in the old dayz? And she took thoze creative-nonfiction classes this summer an' all? Well, she actually got this published in the Milborough Shopper:
How to Spice Up Your Marriage After Middle Age

By Elly Patterson

Well, you know what they say: "Middle age is when your age shows around your middle!" And isn't that the truth? No matter how I diet, no matter how often I go jogging with my dear friend and next-door neighbour Connie Poirier, I just cannot lose that lard around my middle! And I know I'm not alone, right, ladies?

So, middle-age spread is depressing enough, but who amongst my age-set does not get into a "rut" relationship-wise? I mean, after a while, your spouse is comfortable, like an old shoe, no? So you really need to be a little bit creative to spice things up now and then. Just recently, I was making the bed, after having done the laundry. I like the laundry done just so, and therefore, I usually do not like my husband, the well respected John Patterson, DDS, to do it, willing as he is. Anyway, as I was putting the gorgeous yellow pillow cases on the pillows, John was sitting on the edge of the bed, adorned as it was with the purple-flower-on-teal-background coordinated comforter and bed skirt. I was peering at him over the tops of my glasses, when an inspiration hit me. I gave him a WHAPPP! to the head, knocking his glasses right off of him! And in reponse, he gave me a big old WHACK to MY head, knocking MY glasses off. Without stopping to pick up our glasses, we kept WHAPPING, WHAKKING, and BOOFFING each other with those pillows until we fell, exhausted, and laughing. I, of course, laughed with my tongue extended, a sign of true enjoyment. John had knocked my hair loose from its bun! And John said, "Ahhh... It don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing!!!" He hugged me and said, "And baby? ...You've still got it!"

Pillow fights might seem silly and juvenile, but I have to tell you, we felt twenty years younger!!! Who knew something so childish can be so rejuvenating! So, embrace your inner child, find something silly to do, and recapture some of your lost youth and innocence. We did, and I'm so glad! Oh, Connie asked whether all this playfulness led to, well, "relations". Can you believe her? I asked her why her mind would go there, when here I was talking about childish fun! I swear, some people think of nothing else, even after menopause!
Whatevs. And ew.

Liz, ha, I guess this is becoming a habit 4 Mom an' Dad. Figs Dad overreacted. And Ger, OMG, I nev imagined yr Mom had such a violent side when it came 2 yr Aunt Vinnie. And LOL on my mom teaching that domestic-harmony class 4 the cops!

Apes

28 Comments:

  • At 11:30 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    April,

    You're not going to believe this, but when I went over to Becky's bungalow this morning to have breakfast with her and Howard, they were hiding behind the Chesterfield, each holding a pillow. And then they sprang out and started to whack, whapp, and boof me with them. There was an extra pillow lying around, so I grabbed it and joined in the fun. I had no idea what a great workout a pillow fight can be! Afterwards, we were all exhausted, and boy did we work up an appetite for the Belgian waffles and eggs over easy that Howard made!

    Marjee

     
  • At 11:33 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    OMG, April, my parents read your mom's article and decided they just HAD to try out this pillow fighting! It was v. v. disturbing! And Jeremy just called and told me that his mother and future step-father did the SAME thing! Your mother is starting a trend again, I think!

    Eva

     
  • At 11:36 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    my mommy and the attic guy did pillow fight today. i'm scared.

    merrie

     
  • At 12:24 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    April,

    You are nicest girl in Milborough, so I need to ask you a question. After your mother and father had their pillow fight, did they lock the door and start playing Duke Ellington music really loudly in their room? That’s what my mom and dad did. I asked my brother Blair why the music was so loud, and all he would say was that mommy and daddy were being really nice to each other. Since you are the nicest girl in Milborough, you must know that that means. Mommy and daddy have been in there all morning, and Blair says if they keep being nice to each other, he is going to have to take me to see a movie. He says he can only take so much niceness.

    Love,
    Shannon Lake

     
  • At 12:31 PM, Blogger April Patterson said…

    hey, shannon, i'm not sure abt the duke ellington. all i know is what my mom wrote in her article. abt the being v. nice, i think it's the kinda stuff most of us don't wanna think abt when we think abt r 'rents. mike sed he went thru that kinda thing when mom told him and liz that she was pregnant w/me.

    apes

     
  • At 12:33 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    april, aftah our ‘rents did all their pillow-fitin’, they kinda went n their room & locked the door. eva sed 2 me, “i’m comin’ ovah. b prepared 4 pillow battle jeremy.” so she came ovah & i BOOF!!ed her once & then she WHAPPP!!ed me clear across the room. i sed 2 eva, “pillow-fitin’ iz suppozed 2b a little softer.” eva sed, “sorry.” she sed she wud try 2 pull her pillow punchez so she wudn’t hurt me.” but anothah WHAK!! later left me on the floor w/my breath knocked out me. i sed, “u win. wow! i must b rilly outa shape. i dunno wut u have n those pillows but i don’t think i can take much more.” then eva & i moved 2 the aftah pillow-fitin’ part. it wuz a lot less painful.

     
  • At 1:40 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    April,

    Boozhoo (Hello).

    I read your writings about your ngashi (mother)’s article in the Milborough Shopper. You must be very proud of her. I noticed she wrote about something my sweet girl and I talked a lot about in our usual 10 pm phone conversation. She said she heard your ngashi (mother) and your noos (father) pillow-fighting and she decided to go stand in their doorway and watch helplessly, because she thought they were being robbed and beaten and that is how she feel criminals should be dealt with, not by calling the police. I told my sweet girl if her ningitiziim (parents) were being robbed and beaten, calling the police was exactly what she should do. As a Constable in the Ontario Provincial Police, I could not disagree with my sweet girl more, even when she told me if I loved her, I would agree with her.

    Then when your sister told me seeing your noos (father) and your ngashi (mother) touching each other was not right because they were so old, I told her my ningitiziim (parents) hug and kiss each other a lot and I liked to see it because it meant they loved each other. Then I said that’s how I want to be with her, when we are old. My sweet girl said, “Ew! Paul. Ew! That kind of hugging and kissing behaviour is only for people who don’t have children and then only given seldom and grudgingly, and not at all after I have two babies, or maybe to also have just one precious precocious change-of-life baby, but then after that, no more, or Anthony would think I was a waanizid (whore).” I said, “What are you saying? After the last year with you, I can tell you, no one would ever think you are a waanizid (whore). And why would your friend Anthony think you are a waanizid (whore)? What does he have to do with it?” Then my sweet girl said, “Nothing. He’s just a friend.” I told your sister I wanted to be with her forever and hug and kiss no matter how old we got. I told her I would always want to be with her, even when the children are grown and moved away and we are old and gray. Your sister said, “Paul. You are so naïve. You have a lot to learn about marriage.” I can tell marriage to my sweet girl is going to test all my thoughts and beliefs about marital life.

    I went to visit my friend, Susan Dokis, whom I call Chipper, this weekend. She has been spending the last few weeks getting ready to start teaching in Mtigwaki (Land of Trees). Experienced teachers start school the same day the students do, but Chipper said the situation in Mtigwaki (Land of Trees) required her to start much earlier than usual. She has officially moved into the teacherage next to Gary and Vivian Crane. When I was visiting her, we heard the sounds of pillow-fighting next door, but it was done native style. MITIGWAKIZIN!! (boof) and IWENEN!! (whack) were the sound effects. Then we heard Gary say to Vivian something like, “You want to mazhiwe (be nice to each other)?” Vivian said, “Susan doesn’t mind. It’s not like having Liz next door, when she would have a shocked look on her face the whole next day.” I was curious about what they were saying about my sweet girl, when Chipper MITIGWAKIZIN!! (boofed) me across the head with a pillow. She said, “Suds (her nickname for me). How about a pillow fight like we did in the old days of the powwow trail?” I said, “The same stakes as we had back then?” Chipper said, “Yes. The winner gets to make the loser do whatever she wants.” Chipper is a very good pillow fighter. I think she has won every time we played. It was good to remember the old days on the powwow trail, even though we are bigger now than we used to be. When you get home from Winnipeg, you should try pillow-fighting with your boyfriend. It is very relaxing.

    Gi'-ga-wa-ba-min' na-gutch! (See you later!)
    Constable Paul Wright

     
  • At 1:42 PM, Blogger howard said…

    April,

    After Marjee and Becky and I had our pillow fight, Becky’s friend Nolan came over. Becky grabbed a pillow and started WHAPPing and BOOFing him. I said, “Becky, I don’t think this is a fair fight. He can’t see.” Becky said, “No would want me to treat him just like any other person.” Nolan said, “Maybe any other person who is armed with a pillow.” So, after Nolan was outfitted with a pillow, we had another round of pillow-fighting. We were all exhausted. Marjee said, “I really worked up an appetite for lunch. What are you going to make us, Howie?” I told her I had a nice soufflé planned. She seemed to be happy to hear that.

    After I served the food, Becky and Nolan took their food in her bedroom. After that it was difficult to concentrate. I could hear Nolan say, “Wow! This soufflé is terrific. Do you eat food this good all the time?” Becky said, “Yes. Howie is a good cook. Would you like to sit right next to me?” Nolan said, “There are some interesting odours in your bedroom. I don’t think I have smelled them before.” Becky said, “Yes. When Howie cleans, he doesn’t like to use the strong cleaning stuff that smells like disinfectant. He uses some other fragrances. Why don’t you sit even closer?” Nolan said, “What does he use on the bedsheets? They are so soft and fluffy.” Becky said, “I don’t know. Howie does the laundry. You would have to ask him later. Right now, I think I would like to lean on your chest.” Nolan said, “Do I hear Duke Ellington playing on your intercom system?” Becky said, “Yes. Howie likes classic jazz and light opera. He plays it all the time. Maybe you can listen to me instead.” Nolan said, “I am not that fond of opera, but the jazz is great.” Becky said, “Excuse me a moment, No.” Then Becky came outside her bedroom and said to me, “Howie. Are you trying to steal my boyfriend?” I told her I wasn’t. Becky said, “Why don’t you and Marjee go lift some weights or something.” So we did. It’s been an interesting morning.

    Howard K.

     
  • At 1:48 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    April,

    I want you to know when I say you are the nicest girl in Milbourough, I mean like you are kind to me and fun to talk to, not like you’re a pregnant mother. I am so embarrassed. I hope you didn’t think that’s what I meant by nice. I hope we are still friends.

    Worried,
    Shannon Lake

     
  • At 2:12 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    What good is melody, what good is mu - sic
    If it ain't possessin' something sweet?
    It ain't the melody, it ain't the mu - sic --
    There's something else that makes the tune complete.

    It don't mean a thing, if it ain't got that swing --
    Doo-wat doo-wat, doo-wat doo-wat, doo-wat doo-wat.
    It don't mean a thing, all you got to do is sing --
    Doo-wat doo-wat, doo-wat doo-wat, doo-wat doo-wat, doo-wat doo-wat.

    It makes no diff'rence if that rhythm's sweet or hot,
    Just give that rhythm ev'rything you got.
    It don't mean a thing, if it ain't got that swing --
    Doo-wat doo-wat, doo-wat doo-wat, doo-wat doo-wat, doo-wat doo-wat,
    Doo-wat doo-wat, doo-wat doo-wat, doo-waaaa.

     
  • At 2:43 PM, Blogger April Patterson said…

    don't worry, shannon, i never thot that abt u!

    paul, soundz like u have fun! ger told me he def wants us 2 have a pillow fite as soon as poss, but i feel a bit funny abt it since i know my 'rents have been doing that!

    jeremy, glad u made it thru that pillow fite w/eva.

    mike, r u singin' in the blog?!?!?!

    apes

     
  • At 2:46 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    In this fast and troubled world we sometimes lose our way
    But I am never lost I feel this way because...

    I got rhythm, I got music, I got my girl
    Who could ask for anything more?
    I've got good times, no more bad times
    I've got my girl, who could ask for anything more?

    Old man trouble I don't mind him
    You won't find him around my door
    I've got starlight, I've got sweet dreams
    I've got my girl, who could ask for, who could ask for more?

     
  • At 2:47 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    April,

    I am very happy to hear you say that. Maybe I should call you the kindest girl in Milborough instead. Does it mean anything different when people say they are kind to each other?

    Love,
    Shannon Lake

     
  • At 3:28 PM, Blogger April Patterson said…

    shan, i have no idea. ask blair!

    mike,

    i have heard, among this clan, u r called the 4gotten man.

    [is that what they're sayin'?]

    well, did u evah?

    what a swell party this is!

    apes

     
  • At 3:29 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    What is that, April? Strange new cowgirl talk?

    Eva

     
  • At 3:30 PM, Blogger April Patterson said…

    nah, that's cole porter, as interpeted by debbie harry and iggy pop!

    apes

     
  • At 3:47 PM, Blogger duncan anderson said…

    Hey, Apes, I thot I posted erlier but I dont c my post WTF is up w/ Blogger neway?

    OMG. Pillow fiting. I told Perdita & she says no way we r coming back 2 Mboro til Mon nite & then only cos she has 2 collect Gran & Andy 4 the flite back 2 Barbados. I wont repeat what Perdita said abt Mrs. Forsythe teaching the riting course, gold for Barbados again.

    Zed & Perdita & I r @ the CNE 2day, oh, man, I rilly missed Zed. We r all staying in a hotel suite in TO 2nite Perdita got it 4 free thru her hotel biz connections.

    L8r. Zed & I r @ the front of the lineup 4 the Polar Xpress, & I think we r getting on this time. Perditas obsessing ovah the Tiny Tom donut machine.

    MCDunC

     
  • At 4:05 PM, Blogger April Patterson said…

    lol, dunc, i guess u r glad the cottage vacation is over, eh? glad u r getting 2 spend time w/zed.

    apes

     
  • At 4:12 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    april, eva & i r @the canadian national exhibition, or cne. eva wunted 2c the cowboys carved outa butter 4 the butter sculpture exhibit. i know duncan iz here frum readin’ hiz post, but i am tryin’ 2 avoid him, just n case eva goez n2 smirk mode. we saw ur sis & anthony caine & hiz kid here. i sed 2 ur sis, “i thot u were gonna take april 2 the cne. thass wut april told me u put n ur june monthly letter.” ur sis seemed kinda startled. she sed, “who r u?” i sed, “jeremy jones & this is eva abuya.” ur sis sed, “jeremy, u look a lot oldah than i remembah. eva abuya. i don’t think i know that name.” i sed, “we r both friendz of ur sister april.” then ur sis sed, “oh april. rite. i mighta sed sumthin’ ‘bout takin’ her here. but she’z not here & anthony iz. u know wut they say, ‘c-ing iz b-lievin’.” i hope u get 2 come here neway. the cne iz open thru labour day. mebbe ur sis will remembah aftah u get back frum winnipeg, when she can cu.

     
  • At 4:17 PM, Blogger April Patterson said…

    yeah, liz sez she can't b xxpected 2 remember sumthing she wrote so long ago when she's got so many other thingz on her mind. i will c if she can take me there next weekend.

    apes

     
  • At 5:05 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Dearest April flower,

    It seems that your mother's article has worked its mischief in the Delaney-Forsythe household as well. Mater read it and said it was rubbish, and that "Elly Patterson will have a lot of work to do if she expects to get a passing grade in my class!" Then Pater read it and he agreed, saying, "The writing is quite puerile." Then he got up and left the breakfast table.

    After Mater had finished her wheatgrass and celery smoothie, she went out into the living room to sit on her white damask couch and read Vogue, which is her usual Sunday ritual. However, Pater was lying in wait for her in the living room, and he gave her vigorous whack with one of the white silk needlepoint pillows from Mater's white moire armchair.

    It was then that I heard the horrible cracking of bones, and Mater went face-down on the white wool rug. Aunt Vinny called the ambulance and said, "The stick person who lives here just broke in half."

    It turns out that Mater has three broken ribs. Dr. MacCaulay vehemently chastized Pater, saying that while pillowfighting can inject playfulness into an otherwise dull and routine marriage, roughhousing with a dangerously underweight anorexic is life-threatening.

    Mater is at home now, resting on her white velvet chaise longue and muttering something about how this is all your mother's fault.

    Devotedly, Gerald

     
  • At 5:11 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    omg, dr. ted came back frum that emergency call 2 the hospital an' grabbed 1 of the cushions off the back of the couch an' totally started smacking mom w/ it. she ran screaming out in2 the back yard but dr. ted just kept whacking an' boofing her, saying "this will keep r relationship nice and fresh." then dr. ted socked her a good 1 rite in the chest an' i herd 2 popping sounds, "pop pop." mom screamed "augh, my implants!" an' clutched her chest. howie called the ambulance. when they showed up they sed they had answered 57 calls 2day, all caused by pillowfiting.

    i don't know when dr. ted an' mom r gonna b back, they r going 2 sum spa in switzerland where they specialize in tuff plastic surgery cases.

    i don't think old peeps r meant 2 b pillowfiting.

    becks

     
  • At 5:13 PM, Blogger April Patterson said…

    omg, ger, omg! yr dad totally shda known how fragile yr mom is!!!

    becks, yikes!

    apes

     
  • At 7:58 PM, Blogger howard said…

    April,

    Krystle McGuire’s implant-popping was a sight to behold. It was like 2 deflated balloons. Fortunately, the doctor said breaks from implants are not dangerous and many women have leaks for over a year without experiencing any side effects aside from misshapen breasts. Dr. Ted McCaulay and Krystle McGuire took the earliest plane out to Switzerland. Krystle was heavily wrapped around her chest and insisted on going about the airport in a wheel chair. Dr. McCaulay was feeling very guilty as he pushed her about.

    I drove Becky and Marjee Mahaha back from the airport and Becky said to Marjee, “Marjee, you’re lucky yours didn’t pop when we were pillow fighting before.” Marjee said, “Mine are 100% natural. You can ask Howie.” Becky said, “Have you been playing with Marjee’s breasts again?” I said, “They are fun to play with. After all most of the guys I know with large breasts have implants. It doesn’t feel the same.” Then Becky said, “I want to feel them.” Marjee said, “No way. When yours come in, then play with those.” Then Becky said, “No fair. Howie. Marjee won’t share her breasts.” I said, “I can’t believe we are having this conversation.” Becky said, “Howie. Don’t be such a prude. I bet if you asked Marjee to let me feel her breasts, then she would do it.” I said, “I doubt it. She already said no to you.”

    Marjee said, “Oh all right, Becky. You can feel my breasts.” Becky said, “These are great. Mom’s always made a little squeaking noise. They’re not hard either. I can sink my fingers right into them.” Marjee said, “And the best part is that if my boyfriend wants me to bury his head in my chest, I can really bury it.” Becky said, “Have you had your head buried, Howie?” I said, “A few times.” Becky said, “I want my head to be buried.” Marjee said, “All right, but make sure you can still breathe.” Becky said, “This is fantastic. No wonder guys like this.” Marjee said, “Maynard pretty much used me as his pillow every night, which was OK, except for the drooling.” I said, “Ew!” So did Becky.

    Becky said, “I want a pair like this. I’m already 15 and mine are nice, but they are not like Marjee’s.” Marjee said, “When I was your age, mine were about your size. They kept growing all during my teenager years and even into my early 20s. Of course, when I was pregnant, they grew even more.” Becky said, “Pregnant! Of course. Howie. You have to make sure to get me pregnant so I can get bigger breasts.” I said, “That’s all part of the plan, Becky. You establish your career. We get married. You get pregnant.”

    Becky said, “That will be something to look forward to. Maybe if my breasts are bigger, No will notice them.” I said, “I don’t think breast size is that important to someone who can’t see.” Marjee said, “I have to disagree. I did a little work for the Canadian National Institute for the Blind. The blind guys all seemed to appreciate a nice large pair of breasts.” Becky said, “See, Howie!” I said, “Becky you are wonderful just the way you are. If your breasts don’t get any bigger, I would still want to be engaged to you.” Becky started crying and said, “Howie! Don’t you want my breasts to be as big as Marjee’s?” I said, “I won’t like you any more or less based on breast size, Becky.” Becky said, “How could be so mean?”

    Marjee said, “Guys just don’t understand. Howie. A woman’s figure gives her power. A woman with an attractive and shapely body can go anywhere and do anything.” Becky said, “That’s right, Howie. You are just as bad as Choo-Choo Johnnie when he slams April’s career ambitions.” I said, “I don’t think it’s the same thing.” Marjee said, “Would Marilyn Monroe have gotten to spend time with the Kennedy brothers, if she had small breasts? Would Grace Kelly have become royalty in Monaco, if she had small breasts?” I said, “Becky has great breasts already.” Becky said, “I don’t have the breasts that would get me a queenship.” I said, “Marjee doesn’t have a queenship.” Marjee said, “Only because I turned it down.” Jigme Singye Wangchuck wanted me to marry his son, Jigme Khesar Namgyal, but I wanted an open relationship and I didn’t want to live in Bhutan.”

    Becky said, “See Howie. With the right breasts, you can rule a country. Why don’t you want me to have breasts like Marjee? Are you afraid of powerful women?” I said, “What? I thought you wanted to be a teenage pop star.” Becky said, “Exactly. Take Lindsay Lohan. Pops her breasts out in public every 5 seconds. You can only do that if you have great breasts.” I said, “Your breasts are every bit as good as Lindsay Lohan’s.” Becky said, “I don’t think so Howie. I am ten times the singer she is, and yet her recordings have sold more than mine.” I said, “I think that has more to do with marketing than breasts.” Marjee said, “Howie. You are not paying attention to the times. Everyone knows these days a teenage pop star can’t make the big time, unless she is willing to ‘accidentally’ loosen clothing in front of the cameras.”

    I said, “Judy Garland didn’t have to do that to become a star.” Becky said, “If Judy Garland were alive today and trying to become a teenage pop star, you wouldn’t be able to see any publicity on her without her showing off her breasts.” I said, “Blasphemy! Blasphemy! Judy made it off talent and her fantastic charm. When I listen to the recording of her final live concert in Carnegie Hall, she can still make me cry.” Marjee said, “Oh Howie. You are so old-fashioned. It’s so cute.” Becky said, “We’re home. What’s for dinner?” Marjee said, “Right. What’s for dinner, Howie?” So, after I made dinner, I decided to write you about this conversation, in case you have any opinion on the matter.

    Howard K.

     
  • At 8:36 PM, Blogger April Patterson said…

    i dunno, howard, fr. one day 2 the next, i never can tell whether i'm even gonna have ne boobs. and then on the dayz that i do, i usually don't have much. i think marjee and becks r both lucky in that dept, and if becks is gonna take after marjee, then she's xxtra lucky!

    apes

     
  • At 12:36 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    April,

    I have very exciting news, though I know you are expecting it, I got a job today! It is in Glenallen Public School which I am not sure exactly where it is just yet, you know I am not good with that sort of thing, but it is close by home here, that's just what I wanted as you know.

    Just like I told Paul, I didn't have to interview at all for this job, they just called up and offered it to me out of the blue, I don't even think I sent them a rezoomay. I promised to come in for what they call an orientation interview tomorrow morning, even though I already have the job, they just gave it to me over the phone without meeting me.

    Right away I called Mom, of course she is the most important person to talk to first about all these things, I told her the story of why there was suddenly a job opening for me. This one teacher decided to get divorced from her husband and move home to England, she decided it so fast that she just ran straight to the airport when she decided and called up to quit her job, it all happened in like 15 minutes or something. It is like fate wants me to teach there, it must be meant to be. Mom said "See what did I always tell you, the Good Witch of the North always provides," I giggled, I love that Mom always remembers how Glinda was my favorite character from The Wizard of Oz.

    When I called to tell Paul he told me this teacher leaving town story sounded very suspicious, almost like it was a made up story or something, but no, I told him it was true, and then he said it still sounded weird, and that nobody would act like that, and maybe she was getting deported or something, and I had to keep telling him that isn't how it worked at all, this woman just decided at the last minute to just pick up and leave her husband and her job right away that very same day. Paul kept saying "that doesn't happen" so I had to hang up on him, I was very upset.

    But I'm so excited about getting a job, I filled up my four quart saucepan to the top with Kraft macaroni and cheese and then I just ate all of it straight out of the pot while I talked to Mom, it was such a great treat. I kind of spilled a lot down the front of the shirt I was wearing though, it is hard to eat and talk at the same time, food falls out, but it was okay, Shiimsa ate the stuff that hit the floor.

    I will tell you more information when I know it later, if I feel like talking that is.

    Liz

     
  • At 12:38 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    MY LITTLE HUMAN FRIEND IS THE STUPIDEST BEAST ALIVE. WHEN SHE FOUND OUT SHE GOT THIS NEW JOB, SHE STARTED DOING JUMPING JACKS WITH HER EYES CLOSED AND SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF HER LUNGS. I DON'T KNOW WHY SHE WAS SO SURPRISED. SHE'S BEEN SAYING FOR WEEKS THAT THE PERFECT JOB WOULD JUST FALL INTO HER LAP.

    SHE STEPPED ON ME WHEN SHE WAS DOING THOSE BLIND JUMPING JACKS. I THINK SHE BROKE SOMETHING, BUT SHE WON'T TAKE ME TO THE VET. SHE IS TOO BUSY THROWING UP IN THE BATHROOM FROM EATING ALL THAT MACARONI AND CHEESE.

    STUPID HUMAN FRIEND.

    ANGRA MAINYU

     
  • At 12:40 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    P.S.--SHE ALSO ATE AN ENTIRE BOX OF OREOS. HAVE YOU EVER SEEN YELLOW, BLACK, AND WHITE SPECKLED VOMIT? I HAVE. IT MATCHES MY STUPID HUMAN FRIEND'S SHIRT.

    --A.M.

     

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