'Smile Time'
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I don't know why it makes me laugh so. Bon bon in Natter:
My parents' cat Fred doesn't understand the point of fetch. He waits until it's about time for everyone to wake up in the morning, puts his favorite ball in his mouth and screams like a motherfucker until someone takes it away from him. You throw it, and then he ignores it and trots off. And the next morning the cycle starts anew.
Nutty's Natter:
I think that clinical insanity is an unfair advantage
ita on Great Danes, but also setting up billytea --
They're lazy as all hell, and if I get one I don't like, it won't live that long anyway.
Did you point out that the same would probably be true of a husband?
I don't know why it makes me laugh so.
Possibly because the idea of a cat actually deigning to play anything, let alone play Fetch, never mind the screaming? Comedy gold.
(Did I explain the fun out yet--because that's my gift. Sure, it's not as cool as saying death is my gift, but the end is the same.)
In Bitches:
Cashmere: Thanks to Connie, I can discuss this here. DH wants to take a picture of Owen in a roasting pan, naked, surrounded by potatoes and carrots. Is this wronger than a thing that's wrong, parental photography run amok or a way to make Anne Geddes swallow her own tongue?
billytea: Susan should do it! She can title the picture "Annabel Lecter".
Oh, fine, make *me* look like the reason this came up.
edit: Oh, wait, yeah ...
Another Cut from Scola's Greatest Hits in Natter:
Rock Sta Tom Scola:
Tea, on the other hand, rocks. Plus, it's an antioxidant.
Right now, I'm so antioxidized, I can put out fires just by looking at them.
I sense a new E! special in the works.
P-C in Literary:
I'm almost done with Wuthering Heights. You know what would make this book better? Zombies.
tommyrot in Natter:
I bought an R.D. Laing book, the novel of Solaris and a book for Gus called "No Touch Monkey! and Other Travel Lessons Learned Too Late."
Sean K: I've been doing my tea wrong for my whole adult life, haven't I?
Kalshane: Well, you season with mold, so it's entirely possible.
ita: You just got the hang of eggs. Don't rush yourself.
Sean K: baby steps. baby steps.