Hometty hometty home:)
Sep. 10th, 2003 09:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
msfledermausI 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....
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....
