A Little Milk For My Surreal, Please?

I had a few different ideas about what to write today. They're good ideas, although not entirely formed yet. But I woke up to sun streaming in the window, so... enough seriousness already! I wanted to post something fun.

I asked my buddy Dave, "If I say 'fun'... you'd say...?"
Dave replied, "Sex... of course you could say dog shit and it'd still be sex... wait that sounds wrong... fun roller coasters... today roller coasters sound fun."

I asked my friend Angela the same thing. She replied, "Unleashing Superpowered Weasels into a packed lady's restroom." Which made me wonder if it would be any less effective to unleash average weasels into a packed lady's restroom.

So. We have sex, dog shit, superpowered weasels, and a packed women's restroom, and a leftover vision of another friend of mine being trampled by turtles. Oh, and roller coasters. I feel like I'm having one of those weird Night at the Improv dreams, except that I'm fully clothed and no one is booing. Yet. To add to the surrealism, The Cat Man is outside in his bathrobe meowing. (He's just a normal guy who feeds the stray cats in the area, but it always makes me laugh when he wanders around meowing for the cats to come eat.)
I'm amused, and that's good enough for me.

Funny little story... my Hungarian Grandma couldn't pronounce 'th' - it always came out as a 't'. The sound just isn't part of the Hungarian language. Any time we'd visit her we would make her show us where Mom took piano lessons, because invariably, she'd say, "It's the turd house on the left." And we'd giggle every time.


That's my story today.

Lighten up. Laugh a little. Oh hell, laugh a lot. It's good for the soul.