That Moment...

Aw...

Catch and release, maybe?

 

BSM Beatrix Potter is smiling somewhere, you earned many points in my book

 

TMW you feel like your on a hot streak after writing some dark things in your WIP,
as it gets closer to getting done.

 

Yeah, I've been worrying about @Moose. Where's Moose :...? Foxsake

 

I love this forum and all it's connecting parts, I truly do.

 

My parents used to tell stories about a mouse in their house before I was born. Apparently every night when they were watching TV, he'd come out to the middle of the livingroom floor (lounge to the Brits here), sit up, and check to see what was on TV. If it was interesting, he'd hang out in the middle of the floor and watch TV with them for a little while.

 

I once hosted a wild mouse for about 2 1/2 years. At first he was a pain but, once I began feeding him we got along well. I named him Jeffery and we were both comfortable with each other. I'll have to post his story here but don't believe it's allowed on this forum.

Jeff believed the house was his, though he did get along with my pet rats (in cages) and the female cat, to old and tired to bother him. That is, he got along with the rats, even rubbing noses with them, unless they were let out of their cage to play on the couch. Then Jeff would growl and posture at them, as though wanting to fight. Twice I had to call to him to "get the hell out" before he'd leave them alone.

I fed Jeff well, a regular smorgasbord of veggies and seeds. He, like the rats, wouldn't touch meat of any kind.

The only time I was very angry with that mouse was before, and the reason, I started feeding him. One night I remember going into my closet pantry for flour. The next morning I went in again for, I think it was, cereal.

That closet was a mess. Everything that mouse COULD get into, he did. There was flour, cornmeal, beans, salt, sugar, etc. splashed all over the shelves. All together replacements cost me over thirty dollars. Seeing motion on the top shelf, I saw Jeff peeking out.

Grabbing and cursing did no good. He hopped down quickly and escaped into a bedroom. After calming down, I began feeding him when I fed my ratties. They ate slightly different items but all of them loved canned green beans (raw ones toxic to the ratties), corn of every style, seeds, cookies and cake as sometimes extras (not that often), and their favorite was chocolate. Whenever I wanted to know where Jeff was I'd simply unwrap a piece of chocolate. In a moment or two I'd see his head sticking out from behind something.

One day, though, he left to visit his mama and never returned.
Charlie - hvysmker.

 

TMW... you have a weird dream involving the Terrorist gunman from Back-To-Future I standing in your room demanding the whereabouts of Doc Brown and you keep insisting to him that Doc Brown doesn't exists and was a character in a movie. And despite being aware it was a dream the reality check fails to work. Then you are in some sort of sedan with Doc Brown trying to evade the Libyan Terrorists.

By the way, looked up the guy who played that Terrorist, Actor/stuntman who worked on Demolition man. Poor guy died at 66. Oh yeah, he also had the most American of names. Richard Duran.

 

That moment when you sneeze so hard you start to cry.

 

I was eating pudding when I came across this meme,

 

TMW... you see a large scratch on your cheek and say to yourself "Where the hell did that come from," . I was outside mowing prior, so I probably got it from a branch from one of our fruit trees.

 

TMW.... driving down the freeway makes me want to listen to the cruising USA N64 OST, then the OST makes me wanna play the game however you're in 64 s controllers are in storage along with the game. But at least I have the system!

 

TMW You try a new lip balm product and it tastes like the smell of a tire store. Who the hell let this stuff out of product development??? Bleccccck!

I had to try to scrub it off with facial cleanser and ended up doing a lip scrub with sugar, and I'm still tasting it.

 

Rub some kale on it.

 

Ahh the sweet sweet agony.

 

Not as painful as this, thank God:

Here ya go, CT:

 

Compared to what some do to remove a tattoo?
Nothing says I hate myself like sanding off my own flesh.

 

Well, that's a good point. I was just trying to keep to the painful beauty regimen theme.

I'd imagine there are a lot of painful beauty fetishists, though.

 

Except getting a tattoo.

 

I feel the sudden urge to get a tattoo that says "I hate myself".

Mine is almost that bleak.

 

Actually it is not too bad. Not that you should get one.

 

Well, just walked into the bathroom to the sight of my boss taking crap. He "forgot" to lock the door.

My eyes...my mind...

 

That's what I was going to say.

 

My new fetish...

Um, hope not, but, yeah, well, good luck!