So now there are two hedgehog houses, one for eating and one for sleeping quarters. Sleeping hedgehogs. Whatever.
Monthly Archives: June 2004
On Saturday, ran in a race with Beta. “Only 2.4 km,” I was told; then, at the last minute: “Oh, yeah, and it’s all uphill…”. But I survived, and even passed several people: a few fat, short-legged little kids, and some teenagers carrying a sofa (which had it’s own starting number) as they ran, and a guy roughly my age.
At the finish line someone gave me a bottle of some water product. Water with extra oxygen.
Sunday I made another hedgehog house, because we discovered a nest of them in our front flower bed. Mother hedgehog and three young ones.
Note to hedgehogs: you’re cute, your little beady eyes are cute and the soft hair on your tummies is, but your feces are as uncute as the feces of any other animal. Please stop shitting half-way up the walls of your hedgehog house, please.
Cause, guess who it turns out has to clean them off?
Also on Sunday, I scooped more water out of the giant wading pool, my nemisis. Saturday we decided it looked a little rickety, and wouldn’t it suck if it collapsed when we filled it and it all drained into our cellar, next to which it stands, also there’s a little hole in the lining; although I glued the hole you never know so on Saturday I bought a duplicate and spent Sunday scooping water out and will soon dismantle this one, level the ground perfectly and put up the new one. So when my niece and nephew come in two weeks, they can tear it apart.
She says: “[Jack Ryan] took me to two clubs in New York during the day. One club I refused to go in. It had mattresses in cubicles. The other club he insisted I go to. . . . It was a bizarre club with cages, whips and other apparatus hanging from the ceiling.”
He says: “There’s no breaking of the Ten Commandments anywhere.”
She says: …he took me to a sex club in Paris, without telling me where we were going. I told him I thought it was out of his system. I told him he had promised me we would never go. People were having sex everywhere. I cried, I was physically ill. [He] became very upset with me, and said it was not a “turn on” for me to cry.
He says:“If that’s the worst, then I think people will say, gosh, that guy’s lived a pretty clean life.”
Assuming Republican still = Conservative, imagine the fun Democrats are having.
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