Apr 25, 2010 12:45
So, I'm on my last day of housesitting, and I'm on my computer, minding my own business, when behind me this GODAWFUL TINY MACHINE starts yelling at me. Apparently, the Hoppes have this little machine that picks up warnings issued by NOAA and then repeats it ten thousand times in a robot voice, trying to make you as scared as humanly possible that your death is imminent. For the record: I am terrified enough that I thought, 'huh, I should get dressed in case I get blown away to Oz.' Because, yeah, that's what I should be worried about, not how fast I can get down to the cellar if I see a tornado.
(I have a six page paper due tomorrow by noon. WHY DON'T I EVER DO STUFF IN A TIMELY MANNER?)
Also, so far in my What Red Wore rewatch (say that three times fast,) I only have two conclusions:
1- Red changed a record-setting four times in 'Colonial Day.'
2- Red has a white shimmery nighty of raaaaage, which I find hilarious.
red,
doom,
hoppes