10:29 p.m.
Lunch at the MEO was fun. I brought chocolate for everybody because, after all, nothin' says lovin' like a giant Hershey's Kiss. Although I didn't anticipate Pippie using hers as an accessory nipple under her shirt. (Keep in mind that we're all a bunch of women and the only guy there was about 90 thousand years old. I think that when Pippie started EATING hers, well... the poor guy high-tailed it out of there as fast as his lil' old legs would take him.)
Pippie is as cool chick. We spent a big portion of the afternoon exploring the scary parts of the building that neither of us were brave enough to venture into on our own. We were joined by Igor, the autopsy technician. I know it sounds cliche and you will probably think I'm exaggerating, but trust me...the man is a pale zombie that is one hump shy of a bell tower. Igor is sweet and quiet and provided sufficient testosteroney support so that Pippie and I were fairly certain he would stand between us and whatever disturbed elderly nursing home spirit might still be gumming the halls of our building.
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Merry Christmas Polly~ and a Happy New Year wherein your book gets published and you go on a national book tour and become totally famous!!! :)
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Lt. Woman,
Although I've been known to do the dog biscuit thing from time to time, I do NOT chase pussycats!
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