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I knew I had to call in sick this morning: I am so tired-drained-I-need-my-batteries-replaced-exhausted that if my toothbrush wasn’t electric I simply couldn’t have mustered the strength to brush at all. And that, people of blogland, is a sure sign of exhaustion. Thank the Lord for Sonicare and my lovely pale pink gums. And anyway, I can’t work, I have to get this house in order, because we’re expecting a visit from the Cat Rescue Place Lady, and we need all the approval we can get if we want to adopt a moggy. I’m a bit nervous. Should I wear an angora jumper to make me look respectable, warm and caring? And refrain from making jokes like ‘we ate the last one with seasonal mushrooms and made a cool furry hat with his pelt, would you like to see it?’ Perhaps even offer her a cup of tea?
Michel Simon dans un musée du sexe ?
4 years ago
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HA! When I was shopping for our Thanksgiving victuals, I happened across a sale on tins of cat food, so I stocked up on ten cans. When I was checking out, the little girl at the register saw them and she asked "Oh, do you have a lot of cats?". I said, "No, you see, Thanksgiving is next week and I need to really fatten kitty up in time for dinner". I could tell by the look on her fact she was not amused. Damned day-walkers don't have a sense of humor, do they?
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