Dog Day Afternoon
It’s weird. Since last Thursday, I’ve had about 40 people join me on Twitter. I honestly don’t know what to say when people join me there other than hi.
I wonder if that they think I’m odd asking for Vodka and Vicodon because there are a jillion children at my house. Don’t get me wrong, these are nice kids, they are playing with the new dog, who I like quite well and has somewhat pissed off Mabel, who will have nothing to do with her.
The kids named the dog. Squeegee Monkey and I wanted to name the dog Jeff, Homer was set on another name and Squirrel Queen liked Hildegaard.
The kids took a vote and the dog is name Pinkey.
They have been playing Rock Band for what feels like a gajillion hours and, of course, I’m cursing the heavens because there is not a decent sports bar anywhere around for SQ and I to go to. I seriously wish that someone would open one here in Hoots. I love a good sports bar, I’m in no mood for a juke joint and I have to go back to work tomorrow with a peppy disposition. I’m in no mood to be peppy, quite frankly, but if you want the check you have to smile.
You know how it goes.
Back to twitter, which for me at least, is a random free association mindsuck that takes little to no time and keeps me connected with my buddies as well as breaks news. So, if I randomly type how beavers in the wilds of Harris Station fascinate me, will these new followers think I’m dropping acid. When I start singing Ethel Merman standards twitter-style, will the new followers think I’m on some meth-based high where I’m seeing singing dandelions. What about the Goosepond Swamp Monster? I’m the only reporter on the beat on it.
One does not know.
I do know that Pinkey is a fine dog from what I’ve seen, Jura (the big overlord dog who has no sense of humor) hates her and Kirby the blind dog cannot understand what she’s running into other than a water buffalo has moved into her space. They (the big they) do not make canes for blind dogs and so she goes on instinct.
Mabel is not rude but dismissive. Such is the way for many politicians and Mabel is no exception. She grouchy about Bill Richardson today and has lost her sense of humor behind the sofa.
Duff, however, has started a love affair of sorts. The “love that dare not speak its name” sort of thing.
i always have vodka, eldorado has vicodin…we got ya covered.
and honestly, i would love to hear you tweet about seeing dandelions. and as for the acid, let’s just say they don’t make it like they did when we were in college…
Such is the way for many politicians and Mabel is no exception. She grouchy about Bill Richardson today and has lost her sense of humor behind the sofa.
You know, with Richardson, Burris and Blago, and Princess Caroline getting her
ponySenate seat and all… I wonder if this is what people meant by “hope and change.”