It's always Christmas here!!
Downstairs.
It was my birthday days and days ago but I didn't notice the gifts on the patio. I open one up and it is from the old lady downstairs. It's a huge Christmas decoration. There is also a gift from YV and it's a red Christmas tree. I say "It's always Christmas".
I walk over to see YV and she has red velvet columns all over her porch. She tells me she is letting the animals wander outside. There is hair everywhere. As I leave, I notice that all the palm trees are draped in purple silk and it's blowing in the wind.
It was my birthday days and days ago but I didn't notice the gifts on the patio. I open one up and it is from the old lady downstairs. It's a huge Christmas decoration. There is also a gift from YV and it's a red Christmas tree. I say "It's always Christmas".
I walk over to see YV and she has red velvet columns all over her porch. She tells me she is letting the animals wander outside. There is hair everywhere. As I leave, I notice that all the palm trees are draped in purple silk and it's blowing in the wind.
posted by The Dancing Kids @ 5:35 PM
2 Comments:
At 11:06 AM,
Anonymous said…
My phone is ringing angrily at me. It's very late at night and I am thinking WTF. I try to go to grab it but there is a large piece of caramel (in my head I hear it pronounced car-MULL) cheesecake blocking my path to the receiver.
Phone or cheesecake? Phone or cheesecake? I am nervous but pick up my fork resolutely and let the answering machine do its work.
Two mean pixies chirp relentlessly into my machine while I savor the smooth goodness of a sodium alginate-laced delight.
At 9:12 PM,
Anonymous said…
Two in a row.
I am going through the mail, and a light green envelope catches my eye. It has dark green ivy printed on it that wraps around it. I can tell from the return address that it is a wedding invitation that I wasn't expecting to get.
Then, it is the day before the wedding, and I am chasing a woman terrorist through a crowd. I am with a friend and we have to find this woman before she detonates a bomb. As we make our way through, I am now me but not me watching the scene in a monitor, and I can see the woman heading toward myself, pushing through people, and she has a large paper mache orb stuck to the top of her head. It has been poorly disguised as a real head. She is trying to keep it down so as to be more conspicuous, but it is not working. The people who see her are dumbfounded. As I watch this unfold onscreen, she and my other self literally run into each other. I see her orb shatter, as I collide with her. The orb is empty. There is no bomb inside. She is disappointed.
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