Just a quick post this morning...

I need to make a run to the Post office to pick up a package before work. Rassing frassing nobody in the apartment offices frassin'....

But I'll be back soon...and it'll be nice to stop somewhere and get a coffee or something before work.

Hometty hometty home:)

I just got back from watching "The Gods Are Crazy Two", which was, if anything, even cuter than the original...which was very cute, so there you are. I just got done asking the Lj Service folks to have a look at Mrs Scraggit's account, since she's having problems posting. Is it LJ, or is it all the damn sprinkles she gets at the home for the Mentally Befuzzled? I've tried the old "visiting -with-a-cake-trick" to win over the Head Nurse, but she doesn't trust me after the file she found in the last one...1/3rd cut manila with accordion sides and crayon drawings of squid on the labels.
Pretty strict doctors they have over there, strict strict strict!!
...Anyway, I still have cake in my hair. Chocolate. Pepperidge Farm Remebers...

I got my package from the Post office...after waiting a half-hour for them to open:P
it was...horrific. Words fail me. You know when you get something really horrible from a relative, something so hideous even a scarecrow would scream and run away rather than wear the black-green-yellow-and-red polyester-jacket-with-padded-shoulders? That was me today. Coworkers kept coming in, saying, "All right, I heard all about the denim granny vest covered in studs and plastic rhinestones...bring it out!!!" And I did. And it was everything the coworkers said it was. What a terrible fate for an inoffensive scrap of fabric. There was more...much more...and it was all pretty scary.
At least the cow irkers and I had fun trying it on and making faces and thinking of ways to change the denim vest...it could be--a purse! A pillow! upholstery! (It was a big vest) It could be for a scarecrow in the front yard! Uhhh...a hat! (A hat?!?) I know--a big smouldering pile of ashes!

S'cuse me a minute, gotta go find the matches and borrow a little kerosene and a charcoal briquette from the neighbors....

Ladeeez and Gentlemen.....

*Cues drums*

Hilltop has given me an idea...a hideous, horrible, extremely amusing idea...Yes indeed he has..."Nono, don't throw out the hideous denim granny vest with studs and rhinestones--Make it into something reallyawful and give it as a PRIZE!"

So be it.

I, Duchessa Contessa Marchionessa Baronessa von Fledermaus, (Ms),Queen of Mausiland and parts of Minneapolis because the crows like me, do hereby declare:
The Hideous Pillow Contest!

Yes, You, dear Mausketteer, you can win the Coveted Hideous Pillow, covered in sequins and geegaws and tchotckes and whatnots...all for YOU YOU YOU!! (As soon as I make it...which shouldn't take very long, considering.) Fight like lemurs! Grab like Gibbons!
Claw your way to the top of the glitter-paint pile to win this handcrafed mausi Treasure for your home, office or padded cell! All you have to do is:

1: Tell me Why you think you deserve the Hideous Pillow...in all the detail you can muster.

2: Tell other people why they should let YOU have the pillow, not them...

3: Tell me what kind of home it's going to, and how you will care for it.

Be long-winded, be cutthroat, heck, even be honest! But you have a better chance of winning if you make me squirt milk out my nose laughing. I'll judge the contestants on these three criteria, and then pose them one last teeny essay question to pick the winner...while I put acid-green yarn tassels on this..this THING.

Ready, set, GO!