This morning, as I prepared my cup of Pu’erh tea, I had an ominous feeling of the microwave’s eye following me around the room. I thought Juno had a handle on all the moles around our house. “The duck flies at midnight,” I whispered to the microwave. No response. Maybe I should have said, “Hi Obama!” So, I’m just going to get in front of this scandal right now before the CIA leaks it to the press: I eat chocolate before noon and import my tea from China. Big Brother is in the microwave. (Sorry, I can’t help myself from laughing at how our government is turning into one really bad episode of Spy vs. Spy.)
The OP Pack says:
BOL – we will have to keep away from the microwave here – can’t have the world know what happens when Mom and Dad leave us home alone:)
Woos – Lightning and Misty
Dennis the Vizsla says:
hello wild dingo its dennis the vizsla dog oh hay spy vs spy!!! i kannot wayt to see sumbuddy open a prezzent and git sokd in the fayse by a boksing gluv on a spring!!! ha ha ok bye