Poop Patch!
I picked Sam & Lil up from swimming at Mom's the other day and of course Sam immediately picked up on whatever music I'm playing ad nauseum in the car, because that's how I do. That day I happened to be rocking out to Björk's Greatest Hits and I insisted to Sam that the baby likes it. That's why I have to turn it up real loud so the baby can rock out too.It also led to a discussion of Iceland and Björk's appeal and Greenland and its barrenness and just some general good-hearted disagreeing and making fun of mom. Good times.
Things I've said lately:
To these cats this morning when I caught them smooching and hugging. "You kids are crazy." Not "cats" or "kitties" but "kids" as in "people."
To Gentelman Jim, our resident yard bird Rooster, when I saw a third chicken in his harem (a boy chicken, too!): "Who's that chicken?" Not "what" but "who" as in "person."
To Gentelman Jim, our resident yard bird Rooster, when I saw a third chicken in his harem (a boy chicken, too!): "Who's that chicken?" Not "what" but "who" as in "person."To Mark while I sat and chatted with him at the market while a customer stood nearby unbeknownst to me: "My butthole still hurts." Don't get excited. I was generalizing the area of discomfort for comic effect. My, shall we say, saddle-area, has been having some major ligament pain combined with various baby-kicking of my innards in that general region, and I was over-sharing as I am wont to do, that's all.
Let's just be glad I clammed up and didn't try to clarify all that to the customer. It could only go downhill from "My butthole still hurts."
And these are only the things I've said out loud lately. Goodness knows what I'm saying inside this fun house of a brain.
Probably "Baby Got Björk" to the tune of this:
And now you are, too!!! :)
3 comments:
Well, regardless if Mark had anything to do with the "butthole" situation, he still needs to emulate what the grey tabby is doing to the orange tabby (you being the orange tabby).
P.S. That customer will probably come back each day now to look at you so maybe that is good from a market perspective.
(hilarious post!)
I always think of our critters as kids and who, not what or it.
Not being a fan of rap, I could have done without the video, though.
Listening to Bjoerk is like putting your head on someone's stomach and listening to them digest a big meal.
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