Thursday, February 01, 2007

We're all alive and kicking in da House. Of Atreus.

We feel fine. We survived the steak-left-out-overnight.

And we're thankful for this. Well, I'm thankful, anyway--because if you think I told my family what they were eating, you're completely overestimating my general level of candour. This is the kind of thing I tell the internet, not my family. In my opinion, wearing my Medea t-shirt to the dining room table constituted ample notice that the comestibles weren't exactly appetizing.

It's not my fault that my children lack even a rudimentary knowledge of Greek tragedy.

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I'm also glad I don't own a cat:



(My apologies for the lame credit sequence. It has all the savor of a steak that has been accidentally left out of the refrigerator for the night. But soldier on, because it's worth it. And extremely high in protein.)

4 comments:

  1. The nice thing about unrefrigerated beef is that it's already browned so you can skip that step.

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  2. ohmigod, *I* want a Medea t-shirt.

    also, i had to bathe our cat once, when she'd walked thru freshly poured concrete. I wish I'd had the foresight to videotape it.

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  3. its when you break out the Titus Andronicus shirt that they should start to worry.

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  4. This is hysterical. If I weren't having the cold of the century I'd be rotfl.

    Oh, and I think my hip hop name would be Spicy Lou.

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