Last night, I slept at M.s.ís, as I usually do. This morning, my father called me at my office, and the following dialogue ensued (please note, this is not verbatum, Iíve done a lot between this morning and now, but all the meat is there):
Dad: Barb, a horrible thing happened last night.
Barbarella: What? Are you okay? What happened?
Dad: At around 4 a.m., there was a loud noise, and then a lot of loud noises, like cats fighting in an alley, hissing and crazed.
Barbarella: Oh, the cats were fighting? Sorry they woke you up...
Dad: No, thereís more. I went out into the living room, in the dark, and saw what I thought was an eagle that had flown into the apartment somehow, torn apart by the evil black-faced one (heís referring to my cat that he calls ďbitch-kittyĒ here), and feathers were EVERYWHERE.
Barbarella: hee hee. Iím sorry, I donít mean to laugh. Was it a bird? Did you leave the windows open? What happened?
Dad: I turned on the light, and in the middle of the room, filled with feathers on every surface and two cats, was the boa. I put whatís left of it in my room for you. Cats are like kids, honey, you canít leave ANYTHING out, or theyíll get to it. The good news is, there was no blood.
He left the feathers, though, so I imagine Iíll be picking those up while I curse and giggle at my cats later this evening, after I take my final, after work, man Iím busy. Iím worried about this final, itís like Iíve got it, this last 10 weeks of math, but when I tackle a problem, I do it all wrong, I get all mental about it. Iíll do fine, it will be fine. It might not be another A, but a B is alright by me just to get to the next class, the even busier class, the class that will consume me come Tuesday.
But BEFORE that, Iíve got a long weekend ahead of me here! A half-day tomorrow, a party on Friday, and then a weekend of relaxation (and a bit of studying for my next class). Yay! Alright, back to work. Perhaps I should go home for lunch today and begin my feather cleanup. I wonder which boa they got. Itís a good thing my red & black boa is stashed safely at M.s.ís, along with many other sexy items. Ah yes, sexy items. Now THATíS a good way to spend the weekend. I think I know what Iím doing on Saturday, and it rhymes with ďa fuse in by cave.Ē
Hee hee. It also rhymes with ďmore gas maíam.Ē Slanted, of course. Just like me.