If I'm Furniture, You've Been Smoking Something.

Sister returned home yester-eve. Lovely to have the ol' gal kickin' 'round the house again. Kicking around in the house, I suppose. Not even really kicking around, more like just sitting there. Talking occasionally. It's not as if she is physically kicking the house around or walking around the outside of the house kicking, or even walking around inside the house kicking. No, she is just sitting. Re-gaining her North American fat content. Good girl.

Of course, gifts have been given and T-shirts with silly sayings have been received so I will tell you of my favorite. She gave me a T with a picture of a chair and a lamp on it and it says, "I'm in the house like furniture." (Chortle, chortle.)

For some reason now, my mom insists on referring to me as "Furniture", whenever I am inside the house. (I think sister may have brought back some "special" gifts for my mother to put her in such a state.)

Anyway, lame, lame, lame, boooo-ring, blah, blah, blahhhh...

Ok, bye.