SS tackled the kitchen gate, accomplished her goal, and fell flat on her face. She likes to do that sort of brute thing frequently. P is usually there to offer comfort and to make it look like it was the gate's fault. Not when he is high on V. He picked up SS then proceeded to explain that she got what she deserved and not to mess with the %$#@@$^& gate in the future. SS was stunned, too stunned to cry or get upset. Too bad that the stuff is addictive, because I would not mind him in that mood more often. Sadly, this is the only example I can write about, because the other stuff coming out of P's mouth is not suitable for public consumption.
The root canal has not affected P's appetite, so I am going to make him chicken Marsala for dinner. Maybe mixing V and wine is not a good idea, but I wonder if it'll make him even funnier. I know, that is not OK, but I am evil that way.
*P said to be "liberal with the wine," in the frying pan and in his glass* ;)
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Okay, I am laughing my A** off over here about that picture.
But that might be because I am presently enjoying a little high myself, from Vicodin's sister, Percocet.
Ahhhhh, better living through pharmaceuticals :)
I never knew anybody who got high on vicodin! I know it takes away pain and makes you sleep - but not this goofy!!
Michelle,
I remember Percocet and it was a wonderful trip. Hope your little toe heals soon. But if not, enjoy the Ps. :)
Brenda,
P was just mugging for comic effect. His colorful language did flow easily, a rarity for P.
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