As you know, I don’t have any grandchildren, but for whatever reason, I’ve been thinking about what I’d like my grandkids to call me if I ever have any. I can see them saying, “Medium Chain Triglycerides, I love you.” AND they CANNOT call me MCT for short.
“Dogs barking. Can’t fly without umbrella.” I’m pretty sure that quote is from Cloak and Dagger (1984). I loved that movie, and I still love spy movies. I’m gonna come up with a bunch of spy codes just because. E.g.: “Walking after midnight train to Georgia.” and the response would be, “InCline Knights.”
I had my 1:1 with Bossman today – He’s funny as hell! And I’m alright.
Remember Jamie from The Frisbee Loner? The story I made up around the dude that played frisbee alone in the field. I am gathering all the little snippets I wrote and the character development I did so far. I will organize it to continue writing the story. I am also writing my second sonnet, hoping to publish it this weekend. And I started my Willow Tree at Mt. Fuji – you wanna see?
The rats taught the rabbits how to climb the tree and navigate the winding staircase – Isn’t that sweet!
Yeah so … Coming back from shopping earlier today and I had to break a wine bottle over this guy’s head. Dude gets in on twelve and I figured maybe he’s going for a ride up but his final destination is the lobby. I’m watching him. HARD! Only to see him press sixteen. IT’S ON!!!
“Why you couldn’t take the stairs!?”
“Who are you, the elevator police!??”
“Nah bitch. I’m the lazy muthafucka police!”
I didn’t even finish the sentence before my bottle of Veuve Clicquot Rose Champagne was upside his indolent head. Once. Twice. Thrice. I left him crumpled in the corner of the elevator but had to empty his wallet, cause that shit’s expensive. Tomorrow I will head back to LCBO and replace my bottle.
I hope you are alright and if you aren’t right now, you will be again soon so don’t even sweat it!