attack of the sillies
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December 27th, 2012

Oregonlive.com tweet: “Autopsy confirms death of woman in SW Park Ave.” I would think that if she wasn’t, the autopsy would surely have done it. :P

a dear deer

December 25th, 2012

Andrew: “Be a dear and throw this piece of leather into this box.”
Me: “…I’m a deer, I’m a deer!” *tosses the leather yonder* “… Like that?”
Andrew: *licks his lips and closes his eyes for a moment* “Yes.”

I don’t think that’s how it goes

December 25th, 2012

(Chris meows so she’s referred to as a cat too.)

T’was the morning of Christmas and all through the house,
Roared the combined snoring of two cats and a spouse.

I’d decided to wake up and get up instead,
while my cat and my hubby sprawled upon the bedspread.

The cat stretched and took my spot, and Andrew with his C-PAP
Had just settled in for yet another winter’s nap.

store elf

December 24th, 2012

(I take on the role of Dobby the House Elf in this story.)

One of my PICs came up to me with an apron just as I was getting ready to clock out.
“Master…” I whispered. Bosslady stopped to listen closer. “Master… has given Gingin… an apron. Gingin is freeeeee!”

I’d never seen her laugh so hard, doubled over and holding onto the table for dear life.

someone needs to make a better song

December 24th, 2012

(Andrew hates the cheesy song “Christmas in the Northwest“, as do myself and pretty much anyone else who lives thisaway.)

I tromped out to Andrew in the living room. He looked up expectantly.
“You know what’s best about tomorrow?” I asked.
“What?” he asked.
“It’s a gift God wrapped in green.” And then I merrily ran out of the room, to which Andrew chased me down the hallway, tackled me in the bedroom, and killed me as I lay laughing.

I am the royal zerberter

December 19th, 2012

I made a movement towards Andrew as if I were going to hug him, and instead blew a raspberry upon his tummy while he was getting ready to sleep. He looked at me expectantly. “Yes?”
Me: “It helps with digestion!”
Andrew: “Ahuh.”
Me: “Yeah, ancient Chinese remedy! Didn’t you know they used to zerbert their emporers?”
And then I couldn’t say anymore, for I was laughing too hard.

I really don’t want to know how happy he is

December 15th, 2012

So, work was mostly routine, right up until we watched the young lad walking around the store in a very cheap Santa suit that he’d apparently gotten at a half-off store. Why? Because it was half off–his translucent red tights left very little to the imagination, and his coat wasn’t quite long enough for polite society. *hides* I told the LP, but had to leave before they could tackle the guy and escort him out.

happy little screams

December 8th, 2012

(This looks odd without context, and even odder with it. This is Kim Beom, who explains before this clip that in yelling while applying paint, he is imparting the violent vibrations of his voice into the paint. I don’t get it, but it does look silly.)

I will never understand performance art. Ah well. Happy little screams.

floopy hats

December 5th, 2012

I wanna gather a bunch of friends, wear ridiculous old fashioned clothing and shoes way too big, big floopy hats, feather boas, and have a high tea party.

bossa nova glockenspiel

December 3rd, 2012

The hell, Pandora? One minute, I’m listening to my [fill in the blank] genre station, and the next, I’m being subjected to bossa nova numbers featuring the glockenspiel, because that’s totally the same genome of music as whatever I was trying to listen to before.