changing lives since 2003 (ms_pooka) wrote,
changing lives since 2003

he's no friend to the Fry Guys

i'm sitting here on a friday night trapped underneath a baby who's shaking hands with a precarious sleep (a sleep i've been striving for all day ... the absence of which propelled us to change our dinners into to go orders at cosmic cafe) and waiting for brian to go pick up toilet paper. my entertainment has been reduced to typing with my right hand a clever thing which i just created:

brian put his arm around me while we were sitting on the couch and i was lulling oliver into said sleep upon my chest. my response to his action was a firm-handed "rabbel-rabbel". i can't guarantee the spelling of that, but you may remember it as the token phrase of mcdonald-land's Hamburgler... which became my new nickname for brian several weeks ago when he decided to start toying with the delicate formula of homeopathic odor fighters.

so then, after i sounded the warning horn, i asked him if he was going to drink that beer.

and then... and then i said: "or are you going to put it under your arms and call it deodorant?"

and then i giggled like i did while typing that because it was so darned funny and oliver roused himself from his very satisfying slumber long enough to laugh too.

moral of the story: it hurts to type this slow.
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