7.25.05

Category: dribblings

Dear Jaimie,

Please stop eating cajun peanuts. You’re killing me.

Love,
Your Anus

ps: Please no Uranus jokes, m’kay? Everyone saw that one coming.

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this evening while mr. fleegan and i sat and watched “actual” television (the show about the horrible children and the british nannies. talk about making yourself feel awesome. “jimmy, look how much better we are than those horrible people. we’d never let our imaginary 6 year old children sleep in bed with us. this lady is a nutjob.” and yes, that’s my professional opinion.) and while we were watching the boob tube someone rang my bell, hee.
“uh oh.”
“what?”
“someone rang my bell.”
“what? just now?”
“just now.”
“margaret?”
“i dunno. she’s not screaming my name like usual.”
jimmy goes and looks out the window and immediately ducks.
“crap! how does she do that?”
“do what?”
“it’s like her Crazy-Spider-Sense told her to turn around and look at this window.”
“i don’t know why you’re so afraid of her.”
“i’m not afraid of her!”
“yes you are.”
“are you going to go see what she wants?”
“no. i’m going to sit here and- hey, the show’s back on. this lady is an idiot.”
“i hope she’s not still out there when i leave.”
“see, told you you’re scared of her.”
“no!”
“i’ll walk you out and scare the Big Bad Crazy Lady away.”

by the time he left CM was gone. a teeny part of me was disappointed and i actually thought, “damn, now what am i going to blog about?”

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