Our Trip To Vermont:
We park our car in an indoor lot on Roosevelt Island (which is an inhabited little island between Manhattan and Queens - it's cheap). When we got there, it was obvious that our car wasn't up to the local teenage hooligans' ideals of cleanliness:
(we took the photo the next day in VT)
Ok, vandalism by NY teens - it's expected, obligatory even, but when, after a 6 hour drive (which included amazing donuts) we turned onto the little mountain dirt road on which we (and 3 other families) live, we noticed everyone's mailboxes were smashed.
What about ours you ask?
How's that?
Vermont teenage hooligans!
I thought we were getting away from the mindless violence of the city!!!!
So the house turned out to be fine (we were a little worried at that point - our house is 1/4 mile from the road and completely isolated).
But once inside we found a dead bat! He had flown down the flue (which I had forgotten to close) and couldn't get back out.
I love bats. Not in the goth/horror way, but real bats.
It was sad.
I put him outside for later burial:
The poor thing was completely dessicated and brittle.
The next day, as I was doing some recording in my studio, I looked up and spotted our pal Mr. Woodchuck (or groundhog - is there even a difference?), who lives under the porch, sunning himself on a rock:
It was nice to see him!
Later anaxarete washed the car and I put up a new mailbox:
That's our driveway to the right and the road going up the mountain to the left.
The rest of our two days were spent making and eating chili, feeding the birds, doing general yard work, napping, reading, etc...
On our way home we got donuts and kick ass brownies (no nuts
).
It was nice, but short.
The end.
We park our car in an indoor lot on Roosevelt Island (which is an inhabited little island between Manhattan and Queens - it's cheap). When we got there, it was obvious that our car wasn't up to the local teenage hooligans' ideals of cleanliness:
(we took the photo the next day in VT)
Ok, vandalism by NY teens - it's expected, obligatory even, but when, after a 6 hour drive (which included amazing donuts) we turned onto the little mountain dirt road on which we (and 3 other families) live, we noticed everyone's mailboxes were smashed.
What about ours you ask?
How's that?
Vermont teenage hooligans!
I thought we were getting away from the mindless violence of the city!!!!
So the house turned out to be fine (we were a little worried at that point - our house is 1/4 mile from the road and completely isolated).
But once inside we found a dead bat! He had flown down the flue (which I had forgotten to close) and couldn't get back out.
I love bats. Not in the goth/horror way, but real bats.
It was sad.
I put him outside for later burial:
The poor thing was completely dessicated and brittle.
The next day, as I was doing some recording in my studio, I looked up and spotted our pal Mr. Woodchuck (or groundhog - is there even a difference?), who lives under the porch, sunning himself on a rock:
It was nice to see him!
Later anaxarete washed the car and I put up a new mailbox:
That's our driveway to the right and the road going up the mountain to the left.
The rest of our two days were spent making and eating chili, feeding the birds, doing general yard work, napping, reading, etc...
On our way home we got donuts and kick ass brownies (no nuts
).
It was nice, but short.
The end.
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ha haha, the sad thing is i'm seriosuly contemplating this tattoo
hope your friday night's going fine!
oh, maybe it was 'cause of the flag? that's just a polar bear flag in my neighbours backyard!
[Edited on May 12, 2006 8:54PM]
Yes, I was going to put "no pun intended" but I figured it was obvious. By negating the intent to make a pun, it looks even more as if you did. David loves puns. He lives for puns. It can be quite annoying. But you like double talk, and that's pretty similar.