Lisa-Lisa & Noncorean Jam

Last night, I couldn't sleep, finally did & slept in until 7:00 when the alarm clock alerted my beautiful Bumble Bee Girl that she needed to take her Synthroid. We waited the additional hour for her to take the rest of her meds, but I wasn't ablet to nod off. Finally, I fixed Trish her pancakes, the last of the old Aunt Jemimah. We waited around for the Perky Pam Layout to open, then walked over, myself feeling savage dread at confronting Cheri again.

Perky Pam put a spike into my vein & while Trish & I were waiting for Car-girl to give Trish her ride to McPizza McHut Lisa came upstairs. I asked if she was working today & she said yes, so Trish & I went downstairs & played War until Car-girl could move her fast machine.

Then the Noncorean turned to me with her marshmellows displayed & asked why I left Friday. I told her She then said, "That wasn't Cheri talking to you; that was me". I informed her that Nobodaddy had died & made her boss (got to get the paranoid priest-thoughts out of my mind). She then proceeded to yell at me at the top of her lungs about how I never do a chore.

I went upstairs to talk it over with Joe, who also knows Nobodaddy. He told me he'd already chewed the Noncorean with her mimsy borograves out for it, & if she did it again, she'd have to be asked to leave. I went out in the kitchen, where Lisa was fixing sweet & sour for all the burnt-out ash suburban men. She asked what Joe had to say & then Noncorean ran out the door cuz she couldn't have her way.

I stayed & pretty much stayed out in the kitchen with Lisa, talking about everything from the Internet to the Biggie Football. Then after the meal Cheri arrived, informed me that she'd chewed Noncorean's ass out for it. Lisa said that she'd done it again today, & it was agreed that if she ever does it again, Door. I loaded the dishwasher & will probably spend the afternoon re-making/re-modeling Relayer.