Last night Agent Yellow and Number Ten met. Although I was hoping the conversation would revolve around me, they mostly discussed meat products, a topic about which I know very little. I pretended to listen while I tried to formulate a joke about their first meating, how I had a lot at steak, didn't want to fowl anything up, et cetera, but I decided I would regret it later.
My plan for the day is to reorganize my expanding file folder and, if I have time left over, water my desk plant. Also this weekend, Yeller and I intend to make ourselves T-shirts with rub-a-dub markers. To tell the truth, I'm feeling a little pressured by this project. What phrase do I want immortalized on a T-shirt? I mean, once the rub-a-dub hits cotton, there's really no turning back.
"Crap, Did I Unplug the Toaster?"?
"Make Room for my Distension"?
"I Shot Old Yeller"?