I think that this is where all kinds of stuff goes.

[update #6]

What in the beans?! What kind of a place is this anyway? Today when I got into the shower – expecting to fall into the world of cleansing ribbons that I had been enjoying up to this point – there it was – staring at me from it’s divot in the wall . . . from it’s little soap kingdom – [which I had never paid a lick of interest to before it became occupied (probably with much bloodshed and force) by (one of) the current scourge(s) of my (shower)] – was . . . a pink bar of soap full of such malice and mischief that I felt forced to reach (slowly) out of the curtain and proceed to get fully dressed for the remainder of my shower.

Now – obviously – you are yelling at your monitor “What the pinto you ninny?!” or something probably very similar to that about my “getting all kinds of clothed in the shower” method of dealing with this situation . . . but the look that was thrown my way by that bar of soap was really too much.

I don’t want to scare any of the weaker knee(ed) folks that are reading this . . . but I do feel the need to again point out some definite facts. The bar of soap was pink – very pink – and it is highly probable that it had some sort of fangs or at the very least a grappling hook (it did get where it got all by itself) – and I’m not sure – but I really think that I heard it speaking to a tube of shampoo in French about some form of an assault or something. People . . . this thing is a triple threat – pink/hook/(at least) bilingual . . . need I say more?!

[Well – of course the answer to that is probably not . . . but why stop now when the getting is getting good?!]

[Okay – this is annoying and uncomfortable after the last little brackets – but I actually do need to stop . . . evidently the pink bar of soap caught wind of me writing this up – and is threatening to sue me for liable if I don’t cease and desist. So now I guess that we can add litigious to his ever growing list of attributes.]

(I’m – a guessing that we haven’t heard the last of all of this . . . )

Friday Photo [#1]

Ants . . . "tohpen tipper ossy!"

[update #5 – part 2]

More of “The Big Drive North“

The other day (after heading a sad and hearty fare thee well to a bunch of nice people) I packed the car so full of stuff that [Seriously funny analogy/call back type line here ala “that car was so fat” “how fat was it” “that car was so fat that instead of ‘wash me’ the back window started speaking Spanish . . . it was all like ‘nada mas. . .’ all like ‘lo siento – pues este es muy necessaro que tu throw some of this junk out!!’ heh heh heh” – yeah – definitely something like all of that.] – so full that it was very full – what more can I say?

The dog (Irving Brown Socks) was also making the trip – and the worst part of the whole ordeal came early on for him when after attempting to leave my first stop out of town . . . I hopped into the car to find him whining and whimpering – very urgently – and after quickly checking him out to figure out the problem – my stomach turned when I found that the tip – and seriously just just the tip of his tail was stuck in the door. He received multiple treats – and I am happy to say that he has shown no ill effects since this little misunderstanding happened – although I did notice that the trip to the rocking chair factory that he had organized for the family in North Carolina at the end of the month has been cancelled – so that is a bit sad.

Basically the drive was the drive – the same old drive that it always is – roughly 865 miles of awesome broken up by the stop at Long John Silver’s (where I did buy a bottle of their special Malt Vinegar for some odd reason) in South Carolina (after some outlets – but before that really big peach thing), stopping at a Wal-Mart in North Carolina to pick up a 12 (twelve) pack of Cheerwine, stopping in Virginia to get a personal pan pizza at a Pizza Hut (which morphed into an order of breadsticks and a medium pizza – all of it none too tasty) and then stopping a couple of times to take quick naps (which should be read as – either pull over right now – or end up on the local newscast and in the local weekly newspaper as that crazy driving guy that they found sleeping in his car in the middle of Farmer McSweeney’s barn – or something). The first nap was just a straight forward rest stop 1/2 (one half) hour – but the second was a tiny bit more interesting . . . I couldn’t find a rest stop anywhere – and so finally I got off on an exit and went into an office park where I nestled my little Jetta in between a couple of vans and proceeded to put my head against the television in the next seat. Before I could pass out – in the dim lights of the parking lot – I saw a tiny bunny hopping directly in front of me and then away . . . it was one of those nice moments – you know – the ones where tiny bunnies hop across your path in the middle of the night on their way to a late night bunny tea party or something – just the kind of moments that make me happy/keep me going.

When I got to the new headquarters – I rang the bell – said mumble mumble so so tired and went in to sleep it all off.

Everything except the tiny bunny that is – I honestly liked that part . . .

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