The Quil Demands an Omelet
Heh heh... Hi Kiddies!
This is The Quil. You may remember me from past illnesses in Georgia and the Commonwealth of Massachusetts! Now I'm serving the great Lone Star State of Texas -- or should I say it's serving me? I managed to convince Trace that I'd be rendered inert, horribly damaged by the high temperatures inside the pod during transit. But of course we both know that NOTHING CAN STOP THE QUIL! I told her that I needed to stay right by her side, where I could get to her quickly if she needed me. And now, with this recent bout of vertigo, I've got her just where I want her.
Trace is going out for an omelet at my insistence. I've convinced her she needs protein. We all know that this is just a flimsy excuse to get her to operate heavy machine and make important financial decisions, maybe take out a mortgage, or perhaps sign up for college? Who knows what the day will bring!
THE DAY IS MINE!
~The Quil
P.S. Uh-oh, Tracey's mother just called. I made her field the call, lest she get wise to my plans for the day! Her mother put some kind of talking bird toy on the phone. The bird spouts obscenities. Tracey kept saying, "Ma! I don't want to talk to the bird! Ma! Get back on the phone, I don't want to talk to the bird!" Well played, mother.
This is The Quil. You may remember me from past illnesses in Georgia and the Commonwealth of Massachusetts! Now I'm serving the great Lone Star State of Texas -- or should I say it's serving me? I managed to convince Trace that I'd be rendered inert, horribly damaged by the high temperatures inside the pod during transit. But of course we both know that NOTHING CAN STOP THE QUIL! I told her that I needed to stay right by her side, where I could get to her quickly if she needed me. And now, with this recent bout of vertigo, I've got her just where I want her.
Trace is going out for an omelet at my insistence. I've convinced her she needs protein. We all know that this is just a flimsy excuse to get her to operate heavy machine and make important financial decisions, maybe take out a mortgage, or perhaps sign up for college? Who knows what the day will bring!
THE DAY IS MINE!
~The Quil
P.S. Uh-oh, Tracey's mother just called. I made her field the call, lest she get wise to my plans for the day! Her mother put some kind of talking bird toy on the phone. The bird spouts obscenities. Tracey kept saying, "Ma! I don't want to talk to the bird! Ma! Get back on the phone, I don't want to talk to the bird!" Well played, mother.