Stormy Saturday
What could be sadder than a grown man, standing in a raincoat with a camera, taking pictures of how the rain has made it impossible for him to take part in his favorite Saturday activity?
Worse yet, he thinks he caused the rain in the first place. On Thursday night, when TGP sliced the tip off his thumb with his santoku knive, as the blood was spurting into the parsley, his first thought was "DAMN! Now I can't play ball Saturday!" and his second thought, Please Forgive Him, was "IT DAMNED WELL BETTER RAIN!"
So now it's raining. The theology is too complicated to get into. It's probably not Plotnik's fault, entirely.
And Ducks love rain. Ducknik leaves this afternoon.
posted by DAK @ 11:09 AM
1 Comments:
Awww, poooor Plotnik's DuckNik is leaving him all alone to mourn the passing of a Saturday without basketball...'tis tragic. But perhaps Plotnik will get some exercise in another way, by going for a walk with Mistress J. who needs to take at least 10,000 steps every day for the rest of her life.
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