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Weasel has piles


Piles of emails. Piles of bills. Piles of phone messages. Sad, disconsolate piles of soiled and crumpled socks and shirts and underpants, waiting to be laundered. It’s heartbreaking.

I made a bunch of stupid promises to clients today, just to make them shut up and go away. “Be off, little man! Your foolish ‘job’ and ‘deadlines’ do not concern Weasel.” S’okay. My mouth has been writing checks my work ethic can’t cash for nigh on half a century now.

All this could have been avoided if only one of my rich old aunties had left me a little something on her way out the door. But no. I’m all out of rich old aunties now, and it turns out I wasn’t nearly as popular as I thought.

Oh, well. I’m tired of posting about me and my travels. Tomorrow, I’ll post about…me and some other thing. Enjoy!


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: May 30, 2007, 6:42 pm

Photo courtesy pennypostcards.com — a fun place to browse if you like that sort of thing. Incidentally, is it etiquette to say “courtesy” when you just steal stuff?

Hey, Damien ate a shoe! What the hell sort of cat eats shoes? If I wanted a shoe-eating pet, I’d get a dog. Or a cartoon hobo.

Comment from Gnus
Time: May 30, 2007, 7:37 pm

Welcome back from the anglophiling. Nothing says home like a pile of dirty laundry, eh?

Comment from EW1(SG)
Time: May 30, 2007, 8:39 pm

Weasel asks:

Incidentally, is it etiquette to say “courtesy” when you just steal stuff?

Indeed! I daresay the minimum of civility, don’t you think?

/Huh. Even my cat doesn’t eat shoes. No matter how odd he is otherwise.

//Welcome home. Missed the Weasel. But the travelogue was tops.

Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: May 30, 2007, 9:36 pm

I read the title of the post and thought “It’s from that feather boa, dammit.” Whew. I’m relieved.

Did you consider that maybe the cat-feeder lady ate the shoe on the sly? Does she have a history of admiring your shoes? Were your shoes disturbed last trip – when she ADMITTED she went upstairs? Step carefully, Weasel. It could be a trap. Trust no one.

Comment from Dawn
Time: May 30, 2007, 10:39 pm

I was off on my own adventure to California, I totally feel you on the laundry situation. AND I had to read through a weeks worth of posts and comments in order to catch up. They have wi-fi in the state parks there, but I was supposed to be relaxing. I am so glad you got to eat your faggots so none of us ever have to. Bless you!

Comment from Maggie
Time: May 31, 2007, 12:19 pm

I looked at the above picture and thought…that should have
been a pile of drunken stoats instead of emptied beer
bottles. Hehe

I don’t think I ever fashioned onto eating faggots on any
trips across the pond to dear old England.

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