Ceeeeripes, what a gigantic shit stain of a day. Another in a long line of poo-stripe days. Unpacking boxes and totes and more boxes and totes will do that. I’m on a mission. Out-of-town guests beginning Wednesday: Shelly for a couple days, then Donny and his parents for the weekend. Must get this place looking presentable. Easier said than done, but I will prevail.

In other news, the dolls are driving me crazy again. Betches. I posted this last October on a now defunct blog:

“I awoke this morning to the sound of the dolls squabbling. Nothing serious, it never is, but irritating nonetheless. You'd think, that for beings with no genitalia, they'd get along much better than they do. Still Alison and Thistle cannot stop snipping at each other. Which tends to make Cassie cry. Which, in turn pisses Tess off. The only one who doesn't get involved is Zhanné, who simply can't be bothered.

Why I ever acknowledged their reality is beyond me. It seemed like a good idea at the time. An experiment in Descarte's theory of cognitive evolution: "I think, therefore I am" which, when taken to its extreme, becomes "I know, therefore it is so." Unfortunately, it's a bit like learning to talk to animals. They don't have a lot to say, most of the time, so what's the point, really? Once again, lesson learned. This time, just a little too late.

I did warn the bitches, however, that if they continue to wake me with their bickering, I was going to pop their little heads off and put them in separate jars out in the shed. Sparkling eyes and plastic smiles was all I got back. They think they're so damned cute. Only Zhanné seemed to give it any real thought. I'll have to keep an eye on that one. The quiet ones are always the most worrisome.”

I’d forgotten all about it until this morning’s row. Seems they don’t like being cooped up in boxes, anymore. Well, hell, who does? They just have to wait their turn, like everybody else. Think it’s easy having nothing but Lion King slippers to talk to, on a daily basis? Please…

Pass the pipe, Muriel. I’m just saying…




Yeah, they look innocent enough…