Tuesday, July 20, 2004
In other pants news
I can't have anything nice.
I had nightmares, too, of things breaking ....there was this duck, see, and it was a real duck only like the secret word duck on "You bet your life". And it was carrying a large Fed-Ex parcel which it dropped to the ground, breaking all that was within and many things in its path.
Turns out my cat, Panthy-pants, the most emotionally disturbed and wicked of all my cats, was busy in the night. Goodbye, Mottehedah sugar bowl. Goodbye, vase.
Last time it was an antique spode cream pitcher.
I can't very well put mousetraps on the table. Maybe a motion detector connected to an air-horn?
I recommend the same for classified document reading rooms.
Sandy Berger is mincemeat. He's not getting out of this.
I had nightmares, too, of things breaking ....there was this duck, see, and it was a real duck only like the secret word duck on "You bet your life". And it was carrying a large Fed-Ex parcel which it dropped to the ground, breaking all that was within and many things in its path.
Turns out my cat, Panthy-pants, the most emotionally disturbed and wicked of all my cats, was busy in the night. Goodbye, Mottehedah sugar bowl. Goodbye, vase.
Last time it was an antique spode cream pitcher.
I can't very well put mousetraps on the table. Maybe a motion detector connected to an air-horn?
I recommend the same for classified document reading rooms.
Sandy Berger is mincemeat. He's not getting out of this.
