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Oh how I have been starving for human contact until a few days ago. My only connection to the world outside my happy place has been the internet. Of course, I still talk to my friends, and online I can send links like this sparkly juxtaposition. And yes I realize neither Stephanie Meyer nor C. S. Lewis had anything to do with this use of stock art.
Fish: Even dead theologians need their sparkly vampire fix.
Rose: In which Edward converts to Christianity, falls face first into a wardrobe, and turns into a lion who insists he isn't tame.
Cat and I spent a few days together before she went back to university for the semester, and I should probably tell her that she forgot her coat and teddy bear along with her cell phone cord, and I'll mail her the cell phone cord, but I'm holding the jacket and the teddy bear hostage until her return. I have them tied up and locked away, and she will be receiving a ransom demand and proof of life soon.
I have a really hard time believing Cat owns a teddy bear actually.
With Cat around, even going to the mailbox is an exercise in weird, and since the mail lady was delivering mail at that exact moment, there was a witness. As the mail lady put mail into the back of the mailbox, I took it out the front.
Cat: It's an endless mailbox!
Fish: Yes, though how a box can have gender, I do not know.
Cat: He wants to be a lady box, but it's so complicated.
Fish: The doctors say they can't do anything and the metalworkers just laugh and laugh.
Mail Lady: ...
So Cat and I went cruising around town, buying coffee and books, and food, and visiting friends, but on Tuesday, we had one last quest before she went back to school, a quest that took us though the unimaginable hardship of driving through a city that has never heard the words "traffic engineering".
Fish: So I think we're supposed to go this way.
Cat: Oh look at the pretty mountain, look at the pretty mountain.
Fish: OH MY GOD, four lanes exit the freeway? The freeway's only five lanes wide!
Cat: The mountain means I'm in Albuquerque, and that means love.
Fish: I hate this city. So much.
Off the freeway, my brain quickly slipped into squirrel mode, because I was out in the open, and nothing looked like anything I knew.
Fish: *wide eyed and twitching slightly* How did we end up on the west side?
Cat: You've been driving west for forty-five minutes.
Fish: *sob* It sounds so logical when you put it that way.
To make it worse, this sojourn was all an attempt to go to Old Town to buy some anatomically accurate chocolate.
Fish: Even dead theologians need their sparkly vampire fix.
Rose: In which Edward converts to Christianity, falls face first into a wardrobe, and turns into a lion who insists he isn't tame.
Cat and I spent a few days together before she went back to university for the semester, and I should probably tell her that she forgot her coat and teddy bear along with her cell phone cord, and I'll mail her the cell phone cord, but I'm holding the jacket and the teddy bear hostage until her return. I have them tied up and locked away, and she will be receiving a ransom demand and proof of life soon.
I have a really hard time believing Cat owns a teddy bear actually.
With Cat around, even going to the mailbox is an exercise in weird, and since the mail lady was delivering mail at that exact moment, there was a witness. As the mail lady put mail into the back of the mailbox, I took it out the front.
Cat: It's an endless mailbox!
Fish: Yes, though how a box can have gender, I do not know.
Cat: He wants to be a lady box, but it's so complicated.
Fish: The doctors say they can't do anything and the metalworkers just laugh and laugh.
Mail Lady: ...
So Cat and I went cruising around town, buying coffee and books, and food, and visiting friends, but on Tuesday, we had one last quest before she went back to school, a quest that took us though the unimaginable hardship of driving through a city that has never heard the words "traffic engineering".
Fish: So I think we're supposed to go this way.
Cat: Oh look at the pretty mountain, look at the pretty mountain.
Fish: OH MY GOD, four lanes exit the freeway? The freeway's only five lanes wide!
Cat: The mountain means I'm in Albuquerque, and that means love.
Fish: I hate this city. So much.
Off the freeway, my brain quickly slipped into squirrel mode, because I was out in the open, and nothing looked like anything I knew.
Fish: *wide eyed and twitching slightly* How did we end up on the west side?
Cat: You've been driving west for forty-five minutes.
Fish: *sob* It sounds so logical when you put it that way.
To make it worse, this sojourn was all an attempt to go to Old Town to buy some anatomically accurate chocolate.
