Bumpus and I were just lounging about, reviewing the videos recently posted here. I have some sort of mental defect because every time I see the cat at the end of the talking cats video...the one that says "Oh Don Piano," I start laughing hysterically. I showed the videos to the little boys and just like an idiot kept saying "Just wait! Just wait 'til you see the one at the end who says all this funny stuff!" Of course, when we got to that part, I started laughing hysterically again. The boys just looked at me like I had lost my mind. They DID laugh at the cat poop though.
The last time I had this level of hysteria over something no one else found funny was when I was pregnant with Boudreaux. Any time I heard the word fundus I would start giggling uncontrollably. It all started one night when I tried it as a pickup line on Bumpus..."wanna check out my fundus?" And the look of utter confusion on his face made me laugh so hard that I almost wet my pants. That was BEFORE I had delivered 3 kids. Now I have to be much more judicious about peeing in the loo before I have a fit of hysterical dribbles...I mean giggles.
Anyway, I've wandered off topic. So Bumpus and I were watching all these videos, especially the more recent ones about cats pooping and training cats to use the toilet. He silently reviewed these along with the loverly Bart Simpson booty-ho tattoo (which Bumpus found while tinkering around online, by the way). And he turns to me and comments: "Boy, you've certainly hit a low in your blog topics. All you talk about is butts and poop."
I had to consider that for a moment, because he's right. It certainly isn't very attractive, and I DO have enough butts and poop in my life as it is. After some con-tim-play-shun, I done decided that I must be like an artist. You know how an artist will go through phases in his work where he concentrates on certain color or shapes or media?
"Oh, that's from his blue phase!"
"This work is from his cubist phase."
"And here, he was in his toilet rolls and copper wiring phase."
So, I've realized that I must have just been in my crapper phase...which I tend to be in with some regularity (yes, that pun is intended)...so maybe it's more like a crapper orbit...I'll have to continue pondering that...
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Fatty Dearest, Your orbits have only just begun (you know, like the song). Before many decades have past, you will find that your orbits will have increased to include a number so large that it will seem that the solar system is just a speck in the galaxy. I applied for a job at the Upaya Zen Center today. I don't believe that I have a snowball's chance in hell........ The whole cycle of job dissatisfaction........job applications......... one more orbit. I believe you could change your middle name to a small abnormality............
No wonder I'm so damned dizzy...
The UZC sounds awesome! Tell me more when you can!
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