Last night, Mr. B packed up all of his wordly possessions, put on his hat, and stood by the front door saying "FLY" over and over. When I inquired about this request to fly, he replied 'Fly, airplane, buckle seat belt, fly." I tried to talk him out of this idea, firstly because we had nowhere to fly to, and secondly because he had just previously emerged from his bath and was completely naked except for his hat. He would have none of this, and kept requesting to fly somewhere, anywhere, I guess. Finally, he gave up on the airplane, and suggested a helicopter.
Mr. B doesn't want to be home. I need my own private jet and pilot. Oh well, there goes the budget.
SORRY, NO TOAST TODAY
Tell me this is what everyone has in their breadbox:
3 cinnamon raisin bagels (good start)
1 package sunflower seeds
1 pair scissors
1 bag Jolly Rancher candies
5 large Paradise Iced Tea bags
1 key to TGG's studio
2 Lindor chocolate truffles
1 genuine voodoo doll (I'm serious)
1 flashcard that says "wide"
RAIN RAIN GO AWAY!!!!
Alright, just who in the heck is the Weather Chairman these days, because I would like to have a little word with them:
Dear Idio . . . . . I mean, Sir or Madam,
We live in L.A. That means that we are unprepared for any kind of weather other than sunny and mild. We own no raincoats, rainboots or galoshes. We did invest in several umbrellas, which are obviously Southern California Umbrellas, because they can't stand the rain either and constantly try to fold themselves back up. We are all now having to wear socks, which do not work well with flip flops. The Fuzz Brothers keep attempting to go outside and play, only to return soaking wet which is entirely unacceptable to them. So, they must clean themselves for hours afterwards, then throw up hairballs on the hot pink kitchen rug.
Besides, all the German tourists are very unnerved by this downpour and are threatening to go home and pass a law in retaliation that no BMW's or Mercedes be sent to L.A. again! This, I'm afraid, would make the world come to an end, or at least throw the Earth's tilt of it's axis.
Sincerely Yours,
Wetbelly
UPDATE
Mr. B just emerged from the tub after bathing with 53 colored balloons. He wore his goggles.
CONVERSATION
Mr. B: Blow up balloons!
Bluebelly: Is this the last one?
Mr. B: OCTOPUS!!! HHHRRMMMRRMRMRMRM. HHHRRMMMMRMRMMMMMM.
