Daily Kup (My Life as a Gainfully Unemployed Person)Not exactly rolling in the bed of excitement here today. I spent a nice part of the morning getting my hair done, one of my few remaining luxuries if "luxuries" mean "stuff that you spend money on." My colorist told me an hysterical story that I'm saving for a future post.
Then we took a trailer-load of junk from the flooded garage to the recycling center/dump. Yes, it's the stuff that dreams are made of. (For my high school English teacher: The stuff of which dreams are made.)
T had an overwhelming yen for tacos. (Don't you love the cultural mishmash that is that previous sentence?) Khrome the Coupon Queen had something for the local faux-Mexican chain eatery so we found ourselves in front of plates of tacos, a basket of chips and three thimbles of salsa for gringos. The place was bustling with noise and color that partially muted the noise and color that are Attila the Son and Princess Potatohead.
The kidlings are rambunctious when hungry. They are also a handful immediately after being fully fed. This leaves a few precious minutes of peace when their heads are in the trough. We savored the moment but -- like innocence and bags of M&M's -- it was done much too soon. During an unfortunately-timed lull in the surrounding conversation, Attila the Son booms loudly in the context of absolutely nothing, "Caitlin can babysit us if you guys want to have sex and drink."
An interesting idea, but not the reason that we left the restaurant quickly.
Stir the Kup
I know this is a series of cheap shots at an easy target, but I'm trying to practice with this particular animation program and these are stock characters and backgrounds. The evil script is entirely mine with a nod to both reality and Tina Fey.
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