Today, hours after I came home from work, Christian says "So I caught a snail today... Put him in a jar. To be my friend while you're away." I didn't believe him, but it's true... Christian's cute. He fed him lettuce and everything. Placed pieces of grass to make him feel at home. He's got a dog and a cat to keep him company these four long days while I'm in Florida, yet he still needs a snail to keep him company. Something weird, that doesn't make any sounds and moves slowly. Something that won't jump up and bark constantly while you're walking. Something quiet to talk to while he writes, I guess. Christian's funny.
Yes, it's taking me a week to talk to insurance companies, days to get somebody to come out and evaluate the damage, to tell me everything will be allright. That I don't have to fork over a couple hundred in cash. Waiting is hell. It will take a few more weeks to get it done, I'm sure. I'm sure the body shop will take their leisurly time on this one. Harumph!
Christian thinks the broom is a cat toy.
We all have our little habits... Jeremy's is leaving his bedroom door cracked. Leaving his personal space open for cats named Princess to take shits on. God, that's aweful. But it made me laugh this week. His description and sound effects of a cat relieving herself on his bed is just funny to me. Now, if something shit on MY bed... Now, that's something else. That's just not funny.
This snail makes me laugh... He tells jokes, apparently.
Sunday, April 17, 2005
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