I was digging through my Morris the Cat bag with my left hand looking for my wallet to pay Kristy* for my coffee while my right hand patiently waited for me to discover that my wallet was already in it. It was so quiet about it. “When you’re ready to notice, here I am!” Such an adorable right hand.
… I dunno, it’s where my uncaffeinated mind took me.
*Kristy is the manager of the restaurant upstairs. She only comes downstairs to work in the cafe when an employee is let go or leaves. John the flirty cafe cashier? Been gone two weeks now. Perhaps he was too flirty with all the ladies. ;)
Update: John the flirty cafe cashier is, in fact, still working at the cafe. Oops. Ladies, you can now return to your regularly scheduled swooning. Sorry I upset you earlier by implying otherwise.
What is that on the wall behind you? It makes you look like you have a ‘fro!
Of course, if you have a ‘fro, the above is immediately retracted and apologies are set forth.
You are like me; your mind is on crack…
Didn’t Morris die, like, 20 years ago? ;-)
Cheldear
Damn, Cheldear beat me to it! I thought it was a fro, too ;)
Cheldarling, it’s a shelf. With a bag on it. I do not have a fro. Sorry to disappoint. My mind is on caffeine-crack. And I have no idea when Morris died but my love for him still lives on.
Bearette, it took me a while to see what you both were talking about. Weird. My hair is auburny (I think), not blonde. Used to be blondish, not for a while now though.
I kinda like the ‘fro look. Goes with all that education you are giving me on my blog today… You know, the “w” word…
:-)
Cheldearest, you mean “wuss”? :D Learn your leet, woman!
Is this where I say, “Welcome to MY world”… ?
Ohhh, Sue. I’m sorry to hear that. At least we can commiserate together.
I didn’t recognize you at first! The shadow made it look like you had a fro or a really big hat.
Avi, um, ok. whatever.
See? It’s not just me. EVERYONE thought you had a fro!
And you know damn well what the w word is. ;-)
Avi,*rolling eyes* YOU KNOW I DON’T HAVE A FRO. YOU ****KNOW****.
Fine. Everyone, I’ve grown a fro.
Chelicious, do you mean: whimpery, whippersnapper, wino, whiny, or waggy? (you mean winz??? why didn’t you just say so?! :)
‘Fro’? No way. Poppy looks like Yoda.
You crack me up girl with your adorable right hand.
Dan, wt? I do not look like YODA! … Alright, so I do look like Yoda. Pointy ears. I accept Yoda over ‘fro in that picture.
Tug, thank you. :)
I can’t see that shelf because of your
huge affro.
Mikey, you did NOT just stick Samuel L. Jackson’s Pulp Fiction hair on me, did you?!?!?!?!?! YOU ARE MEAN. He got Marvin’s brain all in it! Grody!
Now you are making me sad… Morris looks like my dearly departed Barney. sniff.