From: email@example.com (Mumthra)
Subject: A Ton of Foo!
Date: 03 Apr 1999 00:00:00 GMT
I'm sitting on my new ton of foo. It was only about an hour late, and
it still has that new foo smell, in fact, I think I'm a little goofy
on it. The smell, that is.
Anyway, the foo men were very cheerful after I told them not to worry
about scratching up my walls. "It's a rental," I said.
I suppose I should have tipped them, but I had no idea ahead of time
if anyone should tip foo men and WHAT exactly is the correct foo tip
that will not offend them. I think NOTHING was probably offensive
I should have asked the girls about the tip. They know everything.
They knew the foo men's names, and they figured out without my help
that the foo is also a bed. Spunky become a little concerned that the
old couch was going to go, but I told her that the old couch is still
the dog's favorite, so it has to stay.
Bo now refers to herself as Bubbles. I think it may stick. She is
talking a bit more, but mostly she says "cheese," "bubbles," "I'm
stuck" and "I'm aoeey". Id rhw oxxAAION Xlla doe aomwrhinf wlaw,
ahw'll dins Qy ro mKW dXW INARWs. (HAHAHAHAAH! I fucking LOVE typing
in the dark!!!) She says, "I'm sorry" and if the occasion comes up
that requires something else, she'll find a way to make a face
"Do you want to go for a walk?"
"I think we MIGHT find cheese on a walk. Let's go."
We have new neighbors, and one of them is either going to birth a baby
or explode in the next few days. I'm not sure what to tell her to hope
for--maybe she won't ask me.
I'd like to be able to sit in my back yard without seeing naked
people, in any case, but it seems that I just can't avoid naked
I think I almost wandered into a morgue yesterday, on top of
everything else. It really wasn't on my mind to visit a morgue, but of
course, now it is. I don't see why anyone can't just say, "Hi! Do you
mind if I look around in your morgue? I have morbid curiosity and this
seemed like the perfect place to bring it."
More wine! More whine! More foo smell!