Couch
What a strange looking word.
Couch. Couch. Couch.
Actually, it's a sofa, but when I write that it makes it sound like something my grams would own.
Couch.
Sofa.
It arrived 8:30am Saturday much to our surprise. I mean, we knew it was coming, but not that early. It's pretty sweet.
Come have a seat.


Pat
I saw "Letters from Pat" Pat this weekend. He is lean, possibly mean, and most likely a fighting machine. His stint in basic training is over and I suppose he will now just be doing the reserves thing.
He looks great and I met one of his 57 brothers (he has a lot of brothers - I think it's a catholic thing).


Nudity
I think there may be nudity on happyrobot. Any day now.
Hide the kids.


Monkey Butler
The company I work for (AKA the man) has an account with a bunch of car rental companies, and as an employee I can join all their preferred gold club dealies. I was reading over the advantages of the club and they include having your car waiting for you with a map and the keys in the ignition in a special fancy smancy area of the crappy rental car parking lot.
You just get in and go.

I was thinking there should be a monkey butler in the car, though. Now, that would be a gold club feature.
I want a monkey butler!
I want a monkey butler!
I want a monkey butler!

"Hello Monkey Butler. We are going to grandma's house - can you put a CD on and fix me a cold drink?"

"eeek!"

"What would I do without you Monkey Butler?"

*cut to monkey butler giving the camera a thumbs up*

(wait - monkeys don't have thumbs, do they? Or at least not yet.)


Rental Cars
Oh, I always forget that a lot of people don't realize what a big deal rental cars are when you don't actually own a car of your own.
I love rental cars.


War
This war thing sucks. Still.


Drunkers
We had a few peeps over for a couch warming. The apartment is small, so we just invited a few pals over. Started around 2 and everyone left a bit after 5.
Made homemade Bloody Marys and Manhattans and Gimlets.
Then we watched Milo and Otis with the sound off.


Surrogate Mother
I don't know - that just seems like a bad idea. That's rough on your body and your emotions I would suspect.


My Stupid Toe
Here we are napping Saturday afternoon. The phone rings and I stupidly jump out of the bed to get the phone. I either hit the bed frame, or the neighboring radiator or something and just stub the crap out of my toe. The pain causes me to not pay attention and I lose my balance and crash to the floor, bringing down items on top of the dresser and around the bed.
Crash!

Mrs. Robot who was peacefully napping is awoken to a loud crashing and thump and finds her idiot life-partner on the floor groaning and cussing.

The first thing I said to her was, "get the phone!"

I always got my eye on the prize.






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