Friday, September 28, 2007

What Did You Expect for Nothing...A Rubber Biscuit or a Friday?

There is a day that comes after Thursday, but before Saturday. It arrives at the same time every week: week in and week out. It looms off in the distance mocking each of us in its own way. Most of us it teases by threatening to never come while, to others, it threatens to arrive no matter what they may do. It is a mythic beast slayer and an evil foe at the same time. It is Friday and it is here.

Hello and welcome to our weekly mourning of the recently passed on week; a wake for those days left behind to history. Like all good wakes, I expect all guests to get properly liquored up and tell long winded and slightly exaggerated stories of things this week had done to them. Some may be good things- like I found my lucky rubber chicken key ring. Some may be bad things- like I found my lucky rubber chicken key ring.

Honestly to my readers is forcing me to admit right now that I do not actually possess a lucky rubber chicken key ring, but if I did, finding it would be a good thing if it were lost. My friends would probably hate my lucky rubber chicken key ring if I actually had one and finding it would be a bad thing for them, but let’s blame that on perspective and instead mourn my lack of a lucky rubber chicken key ring.

Do I have anything else to say besides my longing for a lucky rubber chicken key ring? Not really, no. My head hurts today so that may be something, but probably isn’t really. It only appears to be something.

I know, happy Weekend! Sorry to have been MIA this week. I have been ill, but am feeling better….just in time for a Friday!

What a weak post this was. Probably should have just left the space blank actually…

11 comments:

Serena Joy said...

I would kill for a rubber chicken key ring.:-)

VE said...

I want your rubber chicken key ring that you don't really have. I'll trade you a giant slinky hat that I don't really have.

Camille Alexa said...

Well! If virtual trading is going on, I want invisibility potion and striped purple knickers. With lace.

I'm sure I've got a rubber chicken keyring around here...

Serena Joy said...

Kan, didn't you get that Chicken Chucker thing? I'd really rather have that than the rubber key ring pullet. I'd like one of your Dead tee-shirts, too, and am willing to trade you a pair of blue flannel PJs with fluffy white sheep on them.

ThatGreenyFlower said...

I did have a rubber chicken key ring when I was in college. It made me supremely happy. And it was flexible, so when bored in class I could encourage it to do rubber chicken Yoga.

And yes, I have a chicken chucker. Seriously.

ThatGreenyFlower said...

Oooh...I didn't know we were trading. I will trade my former rubber chicken keyring for someone's former rubber biscuit, actually. When I was in Japan, I was ENAMOURED with the fake food everywhere and have wanted my own collection ever since.

Serena Joy said...

Greeny, I will trade you anything I own for a REAL biscuit. With butter.:) I am SO envious of your Chicken Chucker. When I tried to get one, they were all sold out.:(

Camille Alexa said...

Greeny Flower!

I DO happen to have an absolutely lovely piece of fake sushi. It's all yours, baby. I actually can't stand sushi in real life, but it is an extremely attractive bit of inedible not-food.

Camille Alexa said...

Serena Joy!!!
I've been absolutely craving a good biscuit lately! A few of us went to a fabulous breakfast place last Sunday (famous for thier lovely breakfast booze). All I wanted were brunch cocktails and big fluffy biscuits. They were all out of biscuits, and I was sad. And a little drunk by noon.

Serena Joy said...

I don't blame you, Camille. I'd drink heavily, too, if I went out for biscuits and there were none. I love the smell of Mimosas in the morning.:)

Camille Alexa said...

I tasted my first Blueberry Tea, which had nothing to do with either blueberries or tea. It was amazing. An potent.