Monday, April 17, 2006

they call me white chocolate

imagine this: a cute little hamster is walking/scittering (i may have just made up this word, but it sounds right) around his cage, munching on hamster food and little wood pellets, with this cute little eyes, mousy demeanor. and he climbs in his tube structure that he has- an orange and pink one, say.

AND THEN A HUGE STEAMROLLER RUNS OVER HIS CAGE AND HE DIES.

but instead of a hamster it's lindy, and instead of a steamroller it's all the work i have to do. can't i just go back to norcal/wood pellets? i feel overwhelmed.

3 comments:

Cornelia W. said...

you so should have been our senior timeclock.

you'll get through it!

Lindy Lois said...

senior time clock... somewhat random but thank you! i'll have to start the tradition at oosk. too bad it's gonna take me 5 years anyhow. i'm not a very good clock i don't think.

Cornelia W. said...

it's just the thought that crossed my mind when i read your post. you make the most common post (ahh i have a lot of work) hilarious.