Random Thursday (ˈrandəm ˈTHərzdā): the day on which Sarah plunks down all the odd bits and pieces she’s been sent by friends or has otherwise stumbled upon this week in an effort to avoid writing a real post, the assembly of which usually ends up taking twice as much time as sitting down and creating actual content.
Sorry about skipping Tuesday’s post. I was too busy avoiding anything to do with writing—like a boss, might I add.
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Ahem
I certainly understand why this might make someone a bit prickly . . .
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Candy Ants
So.
The ants came marching one by . . . one thousand . . . into our kitchen last weekend.
Our regular exterminator is out sick and his sub couldn’t get here until this afternoon.
Which means I’ve been phantom itchy for days.
I’ve been scratching and slapping at hordes of absent insects
like an imaginative hypochondriac with ants crawling all over her kitchen.
It’s not that I don’t appreciate all the things that ants do, like keeping the termites from moving in and breaking down the soil and upholding the matriarchy and all that.
But I’m ready to take a flamethrower to the pantry, just to make sure . . .
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Pure Mashy Brilliance
My only complaint is that we can’t get a clear look at Hawkeye.
I’m betting if we could, he’d be Toto.
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Octopodia
I’m Gonna Need Seven More of These . . .
. . . and a Chiropractor.
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Nope, Nope, Nopidy, Nope, Nope.
Unless he eats ants.
Then I’d totally give him the run of the kitchen
and fond thoughts from my nearby hotel room.
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Tying it All Together**
Kev: You Thursdayed up?
Me: I need another video.
Kev: What do you have so far?
Me: Well . . .
Five minutes later, in my inbox:
Well, played, Earworm King. Well played.
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* Hey, if I had to look all of this up, you have to look it up.
** Except the other video. But that’s where the random comes in, right?
Earful of Cider 