Is there anything funnier than tiny cat pants?
It seems unlikely, but my goal in life is to find out.
posted by Aunt B at 1/14/2006 04:15:00 PM
Like Donnell Alexander says, "It's about completing the task of living with enough spontaneity to splurge some of it on bystanders, to share with others working through their own travails a little of your bonus life." But, it's mostly the kind of place that folks looking for "girls and cars" stumble across by accident.
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The Butcher--My youngest brother, who lives with me and works as, you guessed it, a butcher. He knows everyone in town.
The Recalcitrant Brother--Our middle brother, who lives in rural Georgia and has a kind of movie star life, if that movie star is Burt Reynolds in Deliverance.
The Reverend--Our Dad, a Methodist minister, perpetually three years from retirement.
Mom--Our Mom. She doesn't get a funny nickname because our mom will not stand for funny nicknames.
Mrs. Wigglebottom--My dog. She's got terrible manners.
The Corporate Shill--Or The Shill, as we call her. My friend from college who was constantly getting me into trouble and going to parties she neglected to tell me about where cute boys would ask her "Where's Aunt B.?"
The Legal Eagle--The Shill's husband.
The Super Genius--She lived next door to me my freshman year of college and we've been friends ever since my first day on the floor.
Miss J.--My first adult friend, meaning the first lasting friendship I made after college. She was my roommate in grad school.
Her Lover--Her Husband.
The Divine Ms. B.--Miss J.'s sister and one of my heroes, because she's brave and funny and mystic and fearless.
JR--My oldest friend. I've known her since I was in the second grade.
Elias--JR's husband and the person who's musical tastes have most strongly affected my own. Oh, how I long to be cooler than him!
The Professor--My closest friend here in Nashville. She's a genius, but she'll never tell you that.
The Man from GM--I've known him since I was 16 and he still hasn't forgiven me for telling him I was a vegetarian when I wasn't.
The Redheaded Kid--No one knows where he comes from or where he goes when he leaves here. I assume he's the Butcher's friend. The Butcher assumes he's mine.
4 Comments:
I take it then, the truck is not smelling like ass currently? :)
I have it on good authority (from the man who is too embarassed to pretend to be a ghost of the civil war on the phone) that if you go to a bachelor party and then pass out in the back of someone's pick up truck on a bunch of branches from yard work earlier that day it is uncomfortable. I don't know what all you guys have planned for this weekend, but I wanted to pass this handy tip along.
Dogs love trucks.
I am stuck with owning a pickup as long as my dogs are alive. They could never go back.
Mabel, dog extradonaire, is leery of trucks.
I, on the other hand, have fond memories of putting lawn chairs into the back of my dad's El Camino at the drive in, drinking too much beer and throwing up over the side.
Good times.
Quick sidebar, Aunt B.
That freaky little cat you wrote about has been saved.
http://www.themilwaukeechannel.com/news/6029862/detail.html?treets=mil&tid=2656454960813&tml=mil_irr&tmi=mil_irr_1_01300101122006&ts=H
Thought this might gross you out because it sort gave me the wiggums.
Found it on sploid.
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