I was complaining on facebook, as I sometimes do, that I accidentally sat on a pee-toilet-seat today. This would normally NEVER happen to me because I am a pretty diligent inspector/liner. But I was out of sorts and very stressed out (it was another 14-hour-day folks. This round-the-world trip isn't going to save for itself.)
Anyway, my friend made me feel a little better when he reminded me it's not as bad as what happened to my brother Pete when he was a little boy.
Apparently Pete was walking along and found a beautiful hard polished rock in the snowbank. He liked it so much he wanted to keep it. So he picked it up with his little kid hand and stuck it in his little kid coat pocket.
Two days later he stuck his little kid fingers back in his little kid coat pocket to find that beautiful hard polished rock and pulled out a handful of poop.
|"That boy ain't right."|
So looking forward to meeting Pete when Larry gives the talk at his hall. I suppose he will be out of town or sick or something and this opportunity will be missed. Seeing this post confirmed that you are cat sitting and not kidnapped and being held for ransom. (Hal would pay since you are the favorite).
I like to keep you on your toes. I did work until 11:30 and then it was too late to remind you I was sleeping elsewhere.
Thanks for caring about me!
(If I were being held for ransom, how much do you think they could get? My dad says he couldn't trade me for a bottle of Ketchup without having to pay 57 cents...)
They'd probably dump you after you posted "kidnapperisms".
Putting a pretty polished rock in your pocket only to find out it's poop seems like a fitting metaphor for life.
Tell him maybe not to eat chocolate covered raisins off the floor.
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