Con came over at 2.
Con: (grimacing as she shows me her wrapped-up ribs)
Me: ZOMG I forgot you had busticated ribs. Did I hug you?
Con: No, no, you were fine. I have been grabbed by people though.
Me: You should wear a big button reading I HAVE BROKEN RIBS.
Con: I want a stop sign paddle.
Me: Nah, no one would pay attention.
Con: I have a hard time walking Frida - she's so strong she yanks me over. (Frida is about four inches high.)
Me: You need a walker (thinking a mechanised horse-walker).
Con: A hamster wheel.
Me: You could tie those baconish things in front of her... what are they called? And generate electricity to run a radio.
Me: That's it! Why can't there be a governmental system based on humor? The government could make the power company buy the electricity Frida generates and the electricity could be in units called snausages.
Con: This month you used 30 snausages of electricity.
I can dream.
posted by - 10:53 PM