I present to you

Saturday, March 29, 2008

My life. Imagine this. Juhani sleeping quietly on the couch in the living room. Wakened by a mad woman charging at him with a broom held high above her head, yelling "Aaaah!!" at the top of her lungs, exclamation marks and all. Imagine the widening of his eyes and the gargled yelp that escape his throat. Just imagine.. Except I wasn't charging at him, I was chasing after Negrita, whom I had let out (thrown out) just moments earlier, and who grandpa let straight fucking back in the second I planted my ass back in this chair. The broom-yielding woman in me never had a better excuse to drop by. Now, before you think there is a little cigar box full of insect wings where my blood and flesh heart ought to be, let me present to you; Part of the tacky '80s structure that house the television, DVD/VHS player and xBox, plus assorted junk. Evidence: It isn't exactly my favorite piece of furniture in this house, to be truthful I don't think I HAVE a favorite piece of furniture (not since Jelly Man puked on the sleeping sofa), maybe it's even my least favorite. It's no good for storage as it's very horizontal and hardly measures anything on the vertical scale, so besides the TV we tend to store recently purchased DVDs, recently watched DVDs and recently pulled out of storage because we might want to watch it again DVDs, plus any other random junk you can think of. I think it stinks, and if I ever take a better picture of it II will give you an opportunity to tell me why, and how much, you agree with me. So, what happens when you go behind the number one furniture I would volunteer to burn, should we need to do so to keep warm? Result: Explanation re stinky furniture and broom swinging spouse.