happy, happy, ham-ham-hamster?
The hamster had been knocking over his ultra-cheap plastic water bottle that we bought at the Invisible Pet Store, along with Car-girl, who came along to assure that the Pet Shop Boy didn't rip us off. We had a choice between the one that we bought & one that hangs from the bars -- but it'd be too high up for the hamster to reach. However, the one that we did pick out kept being toppled; he'd try to hide behind it & the footing was precarious. Fred came over unexpectedly to look at it yesterday -- when he rang the doorbell, we were afraid that it'd be an incarnation of VADIS: Kimothy Leery; then we opened the door, voila! here we have a 21st Century Schizoid Man who has a talent for guitar & is mechanically inclined. We found that the bottle had busted, so Fred took me over to the pet store; Trish had just come home from Pizza Hut with our Scooby snack & was cold & wet. The Pet Shop Boy sold us a hanging water bottle, & knocked off 50 cents when he saw that I only had $7.00 in my wallet. It took a bit of wire-crimping, but the bottle is securely in place.
I'd been to Fat Albertsons earlier, to pick up some milk & cube steaks, worked on TC until I reached the end; fight scene needs work. Perhaps I should have Muhammad Boxer choreograph it for me.
Fixed chicken-fried steak for supper. Trish helped with the taters. We couldn't find the gravioli. After supper it was house-cleaning time, following which Trish developed an incredible amount of anxiety over whether or not he could reach the water bottle. Fred came back around 7:00 with a block of wood to climb to the bottle on; whine, whine, whine; Kall Karen.
This morning, I slept in until the alarm went off. The first thing Trish asked was, "Is the hamster still in his cage?" She's developed an incredible amount of "paranoia" regarding the hamster escaping.
Today (I believe) is Cheri's turducky at the Layout. X-mas, you know: religion. I'm tired of arguing "intelligent design" with WW, I think he's acting outside his field of expertise, so I'll drop "Hog" from the title, & insult Harlan Ellison anyway.
The only other thing we did yesterday was call Ruth in the morning. We're not doing X-mas this year, beyond cards. I feel the same way about my family, especially Biggie, who's pulled a disappearing act under the influence of the skinny dog. Kimothy Leery's been known to influence me, but I kind of kicked her out. This way, I have marriage? you wanna? & legalize it, I'll advertise it.
I'd been to Fat Albertsons earlier, to pick up some milk & cube steaks, worked on TC until I reached the end; fight scene needs work. Perhaps I should have Muhammad Boxer choreograph it for me.
Fixed chicken-fried steak for supper. Trish helped with the taters. We couldn't find the gravioli. After supper it was house-cleaning time, following which Trish developed an incredible amount of anxiety over whether or not he could reach the water bottle. Fred came back around 7:00 with a block of wood to climb to the bottle on; whine, whine, whine; Kall Karen.
This morning, I slept in until the alarm went off. The first thing Trish asked was, "Is the hamster still in his cage?" She's developed an incredible amount of "paranoia" regarding the hamster escaping.
Today (I believe) is Cheri's turducky at the Layout. X-mas, you know: religion. I'm tired of arguing "intelligent design" with WW, I think he's acting outside his field of expertise, so I'll drop "Hog" from the title, & insult Harlan Ellison anyway.
The only other thing we did yesterday was call Ruth in the morning. We're not doing X-mas this year, beyond cards. I feel the same way about my family, especially Biggie, who's pulled a disappearing act under the influence of the skinny dog. Kimothy Leery's been known to influence me, but I kind of kicked her out. This way, I have marriage? you wanna? & legalize it, I'll advertise it.
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