When good TV goes Bad
I finally did it. I have been wanting to do it all year and I finally did it. Not exactly like Jim does it (ie; Office) but hey, CYB as they say.
I took my mouse from my computer at work, you know the one; because it is just (exactly) like all of the computer mice in all of the whole world, except mine because I bought a cordless. I can't stand all the wires on the desk....anyway, I digress. I took the mouse home one night and encased it in three packages (two strawberry and one apricot) of jello, using the jigglers recipe, you know, because it will last longer without shedding water outside the Kalvinator. So I put the poor little corded mouse into a bowl and pour boiling hot jello juice all over the sad little thing and plopped it into the Kalvinator for a long nights rest. The next morning I took it to work with me (the mouse, not the Kalvinator) and traded my jello mouse for the mouse on our science teacher's desk. I made it look like it was plugged in. He (the teacher, not the mouse) thought a kid did it and was kinda getting ticked until he caught my chubby cheeks peeking around the corner.
Next I had the janitor open the English teacher's room and I exchanged hers (the mouse, not the teacher) with mine more messy mouse. She too thought a student did it and they played her along until it looked like someone was going to get in trouble, then they (the students, not the mouse or the teacher) narced on me. The students brought it back (the mouse) to me for another go (they can be thoughtful and sweet little buggers sometimes). This time the history teacher. He actually grabbed the jello mouse (not me) and squeezed it. You know how you pull your hand back when you think something is going to bite it? He almost hit himself in the head trying to get his hand away from the slimey pointer (the mouse, not me).
A teacher friend (I have those) remarked today that she is surprised I didn't get written up for it. I told her that if I had, I'd copy, frame, and display the reprimand for all to see. Insanity can be very liberating at times.
Our dear little Dandy has done it again. The first litter is Buck, Lilly, and Tomato (BLT). The second litter is Andy, Micheal, A (yup, just A), Ziggy, E (yup, just E), and Dwight (A M A Z E D). The third litter is Dead, Dedder, and three or four more lively ones in a small nest of gray bunny hair. Dead and Dedder have left the hutch (for obvious reasons).
Gotta go
I took my mouse from my computer at work, you know the one; because it is just (exactly) like all of the computer mice in all of the whole world, except mine because I bought a cordless. I can't stand all the wires on the desk....anyway, I digress. I took the mouse home one night and encased it in three packages (two strawberry and one apricot) of jello, using the jigglers recipe, you know, because it will last longer without shedding water outside the Kalvinator. So I put the poor little corded mouse into a bowl and pour boiling hot jello juice all over the sad little thing and plopped it into the Kalvinator for a long nights rest. The next morning I took it to work with me (the mouse, not the Kalvinator) and traded my jello mouse for the mouse on our science teacher's desk. I made it look like it was plugged in. He (the teacher, not the mouse) thought a kid did it and was kinda getting ticked until he caught my chubby cheeks peeking around the corner.
Next I had the janitor open the English teacher's room and I exchanged hers (the mouse, not the teacher) with mine more messy mouse. She too thought a student did it and they played her along until it looked like someone was going to get in trouble, then they (the students, not the mouse or the teacher) narced on me. The students brought it back (the mouse) to me for another go (they can be thoughtful and sweet little buggers sometimes). This time the history teacher. He actually grabbed the jello mouse (not me) and squeezed it. You know how you pull your hand back when you think something is going to bite it? He almost hit himself in the head trying to get his hand away from the slimey pointer (the mouse, not me).
A teacher friend (I have those) remarked today that she is surprised I didn't get written up for it. I told her that if I had, I'd copy, frame, and display the reprimand for all to see. Insanity can be very liberating at times.
Our dear little Dandy has done it again. The first litter is Buck, Lilly, and Tomato (BLT). The second litter is Andy, Micheal, A (yup, just A), Ziggy, E (yup, just E), and Dwight (A M A Z E D). The third litter is Dead, Dedder, and three or four more lively ones in a small nest of gray bunny hair. Dead and Dedder have left the hutch (for obvious reasons).
Gotta go