Crab Code
My new roommate Jenny found a miniature crab at the beach and has decided to adopt it as her own. Therefore, in the morning, I walked over to the shelf to grab my face lotion and heard continuous tapping from what seemed to be the wall. At first, I tried to ignore it. After awhile, my attempts were futile and I started wondering if it was morse code (Take note that this was 7AM in the morning). As I started squinting up and down the shelf, I found myself face-to-face with an ugly little beast (I exaggerate) looking out at me with its beady little eyes and tapping the plastic cup that it was imprisoned in.
Freaking crabs. Freaking Jenny. There's a piece of pasta in it because she had nothing else to feed it with. I'm pretty sure it's decomposing.
Each day is a new day.
I hope I don't forget about these little moments when I'm 82, married, balding and playing with my grandchildren. I bet they'd laugh... they better or they're not getting anything from me.
:)
Freaking crabs. Freaking Jenny. There's a piece of pasta in it because she had nothing else to feed it with. I'm pretty sure it's decomposing.
Each day is a new day.
I hope I don't forget about these little moments when I'm 82, married, balding and playing with my grandchildren. I bet they'd laugh... they better or they're not getting anything from me.
:)