At least she looks like a dragon. See, there's a cold going around. When the wife gets said cold, she takes to pushing Kleenex up her nostrils to totally block the passages. I know. She's a woman; I too do not understand their ways.... So the tissue gets spun to a point (genetic disposition to weaving?) and then, um, inserted into the nostril. Ditto for the other side. The effect is comical.
This time, the tissues are reddish. The overall effect is that of a snoring dragon. It's particularly humerous when she is sitting up in bed reading. Picture a dragon propped up by some pillows peering over her glasses into a book. It sends up all sorts of alarms for me because the books are flamable.
Oh, and the dragon is wearing fuzzy slippers. No doubt made from the skins of victims past.
And MAN is it cranky. Geezzomann.
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