Gwamma has returned! Perfidy has been burning with hurt at the dearth of her mirth!
Tonight at the grocery store, I started speaking loudly with a ludicrous fake english lord sorta accent things like, "Your mother brought onions to our christmas feast" and "Your father's hands are coarse from shoveling!" with a dismissive air. People's evident discomfort made me smile sadly.
my wife's little pig miniature is also still safely hidden in plain sight in the candy aisle; it's been about 4 months!
also I have a new kitten, so I have been smiling a lot over the same thing for several days; he keeps attacking my feet, ceaselessly. I picture him as Riley Freeman, and imagine that he is always screaming obscenities. "This foot ain't shit! It ain't shit, nigga!!!"
"Ah, those endless forests, and their horror-haunted gloom! For what eternities have I wandered through them, a timid, hunted creature, starting at the least sound, frightened of my own shadow, keyed-up, ever alert and vigilant, ready on the instant to dash away in mad flight for my life. For I was the prey of all manner of fierce life that dwelt in the forest, and it was in ecstasies of fear that I fled before the hunting monsters."
Jack london, "Before Adam"