and i do this only because my last post was soooo depressing.
so here i am, typing at the pobble's computer. we'd been out on her porch talking about severed heads. don't ask.... please!!!! and decided to come inside... her phone rang so it was necessary.
back in her office she wanted me to listen to a song playing on her 'puter, named bob. she took her seat and i stood. she's just finished crunch time on a deadline, so... well, so there isn't really a place for me to sit. the dogs have taken over the loveseat and i am loathe to move them. so there i stand.
"please sit." sayeth the pobble.
"where?" replies the lovely cats.
the pobble giggles and goes to move stuff from the chair next to the computer.
and what was on the chair you ask?
thigh high black leather boots and a copy of emily post's book, "etiquette".
anyone for severed heads?
God's peace y'all