In the mail yesterday I received a rather suspicious-looking package. It was ticking and white powder was falling out of it. It smelled like rotting bananas and hickory smoke.
I opened it anyways, hoping it was illegal drugs, bacon and maybe a new alarm clock.
No such luck.
Turns out, it was a belated b-day gift from my gal Lollie. I love Lollie, and not just because she sends me gifts, but that does increase my affections (hint, hint, wink.) I love her because she likes to play with dolls and she's preggers- who doesn't love a pregnant lady? Huh?
She got this awesome apron for me- I have been wearing it around the house all day in an effort to channel my inner housewife, but I'm afraid to get it dirty so I'm refusing to do any actual housework while wearing it.
Whoo whoo is that in your pocket, Whiskey?
Why, it's Mr. Shinygoldowl.
I love him and am going to find him a permanent home in Casa de Whiskey.
Later on, I had a delightful sing-along with Mr. VonBaconsteiner (I believe he is Fernando's 2nd cousin, twice removed by marriage. Am I right, McGone?) and Happy Monkeyface.
Know what song we sang over and over and over? This one. Duh.
Happy Monkeyface is surprisingly good at harmonizing.
Then- as well you would expect- I tried sticking Mr. Vonbaconsteiner up my nose with little success.
Thanks Lollie! Give yourself a big, bacony, monkey-breath kiss from me!