My Huckleberry Friend
I re-enacted a Seinfeld episode this morning. The cats brought in fleas SO I decided to BOMB the house. I got the house ready this morning and before I left for work, set the bombs off, and bolted out the house. Of course as SOON as I locked the door behind me I realized I hadn't put a towel on the floor by the door to the garage in the kitchen and one of my cats was out there. UUGGHH.... So I promptly screamed SHIIIIIIT!, took a few deep breaths and then FLEW back into the house, into the kitchen, scrambled for a dish towel, threw it on the floor by the door, flew past the spraying bomb on my way back out and gasped for air as I closed the door. I felt superbly high for the next 2 hours.
Funny, I found the song Moon River (which I love) sung by Morrissey (whom I ADORE - duh) on the internet the other day and I can't stop laughing at the fact that he does NOT say the line "my huckleberry friend" hahahaa.... Oh Mozzy. You will never sell out no matter how long you live. It's just not possible. :)
Setting up a late meeting now and then home to air out the house.... *cough-cough*