Q: if you got up this morning to find a semi-regular tapping noise coming from the far end of the living room, would you fear
a) the worst;
b) the best;
c) the reaper?
Further Q: How would your reaction change on discovering that it was a quail on the balcony, tap-tap-tapping at its own reflection in the window?
a) Woo-hoo!
b) Fetch the camera!
c)There is no (c). There is only Zool.
Things I Scored At Thrift Town Today
Blah blah blah nifty shirtcakes blah blah. Please go score yourself a few pairs of jeans as well. I got a bonus yesterday; go ahead and spend it. In fact, I order you to march right back out and spend more money on clothing!
BTW, I am on the lookout for DVDs of Slings & Arrows on Half.com, based on your enthusiasm.
Wait...I thought you recommended it to me in the first place? Well, if not, then I guarantee that you and BF will
love
it.
I got a bonus yesterday; go ahead and spend it. In fact, I order you to march right back out and spend more money on clothing!
Do you see how I suffer in this marriage? Pete would never treat Jilli like this.
Can you honestly imagine Jilli needs prompting to buy clothes?
I'm thinking not.
Your wife has been a fine Bay Area chamber of commerce in your absence.
I like you too, but why? What prompted the outburst of likeage?
I'm very sorry my bonus wasn't big enough for me to treat you as a subsidiary rent boy and send you out for pimping new threads, but I have already spent almost 1/3 of it on shitloads of pregnancy-related underwear due to HATING all the intimates I presently own and wanting to claw them off my body and shoot them into space, and the remaining funds really have to go to either debt reduction or Hec, who has sad brown pants that dogs like to lick.
Next bonus, Sunil = Rent Boy.
I like you too, but why? What prompted the outburst of likeage?
Sometimes you just want to affirm people. Also, you are cuddly and fun to dance with.
Next bonus, Sunil = Rent Boy.
I'm confused.
Oh, I love quail! It's not the same quail in Australia that are in California, is it?
My brain keeps putting the words to Don't Fear the Reaper to the tune of Don't Pay the Ferryman. Silly brain.
Then, if it's not thundering still, take a shower and blowdry your hair. The hour will be up in no time.
I like this idea. Pamper yourself with a little personal grooming, vw--do something you'd otherwise not do like your nails or give yourself a facial.