Couch What a strange looking word. Couch. Couch. Couch. Actually, it's a sofa, but when I write that it makes it sound like something my grams would own. Couch. Sofa. It arrived 8:30am Saturday much to our surprise. I mean, we knew it was coming, but not that early. It's pretty sweet. Come have a seat.
Pat I saw "Letters from Pat" Pat this weekend. He is lean, possibly mean, and most likely a fighting machine. His stint in basic training is over and I suppose he will now just be doing the reserves thing. He looks great and I met one of his 57 brothers (he has a lot of brothers - I think it's a catholic thing).
Nudity I think there may be nudity on happyrobot. Any day now. Hide the kids.
Monkey Butler The company I work for (AKA the man) has an account with a bunch of car rental companies, and as an employee I can join all their preferred gold club dealies. I was reading over the advantages of the club and they include having your car waiting for you with a map and the keys in the ignition in a special fancy smancy area of the crappy rental car parking lot. You just get in and go.
I was thinking there should be a monkey butler in the car, though. Now, that would be a gold club feature. I want a monkey butler! I want a monkey butler! I want a monkey butler!
"Hello Monkey Butler. We are going to grandma's house - can you put a CD on and fix me a cold drink?"
"eeek!"
"What would I do without you Monkey Butler?"
*cut to monkey butler giving the camera a thumbs up*
(wait - monkeys don't have thumbs, do they? Or at least not yet.)
Rental Cars Oh, I always forget that a lot of people don't realize what a big deal rental cars are when you don't actually own a car of your own. I love rental cars.
War This war thing sucks. Still.
Drunkers We had a few peeps over for a couch warming. The apartment is small, so we just invited a few pals over. Started around 2 and everyone left a bit after 5. Made homemade Bloody Marys and Manhattans and Gimlets. Then we watched Milo and Otis with the sound off.
Surrogate Mother I don't know - that just seems like a bad idea. That's rough on your body and your emotions I would suspect.
My Stupid Toe Here we are napping Saturday afternoon. The phone rings and I stupidly jump out of the bed to get the phone. I either hit the bed frame, or the neighboring radiator or something and just stub the crap out of my toe. The pain causes me to not pay attention and I lose my balance and crash to the floor, bringing down items on top of the dresser and around the bed. Crash!
Mrs. Robot who was peacefully napping is awoken to a loud crashing and thump and finds her idiot life-partner on the floor groaning and cussing.
The first thing I said to her was, "get the phone!"
