The rubber chicken bit the dust this weekend, spewing black gook all over the bathroom and into the Roommate's mouth. It was gross and smelled, much like this post. I have been uber lazy and unspired when it comes to The House of Suz and especially my PaD, which has barely been touched in the last month. Un. In. Spired. I am a bad girl and need a spanking, big time, but I'll give it a go today and pretend I am a trooper.
Here's a shocker, I'm a tad bit hung over today. Big drinkfest weekend with the Pirate Party and Grape Stomp and all. And I was lucky enough to be awaken at 3 am by the sound of Rufus barfing up his guts. Seems his little doggie stomach can't digest wood, him not being a termite and all. Once the wood was expelled from his gut he was a happy camper and let mommy get some more, much needed sleep.
I'll post some pirate photos later as I can't download them at work. Stay tuned.
2 comments:
You need a muse. I'd loan you mine but, well.....
You certainly can't call the Roomate chicken now, can you...
So which came first, the Chicken or the black goop?
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