even the squirrels were suicidal

Here's a bit of nonsense narrative I wrote today. ************************* It was a non-day, the kind of day that didn't know what kind of day it was. The blame lay squarely with the weather which couldn't make up its mind so it tried resting somewhere in the middle. There were white cloud-like wisps hovering in … Continue reading even the squirrels were suicidal →

banana bread, anyone?

Virgil and Sharon Smith measure their day by television programming. As they tell guests during commercial breaks, "...two o'clock is Bonzai Gunslingers. Then at three we watch Entitled Rich 1950's Girl Pseudodrama. After that is Guess the Price of This Crap..." From morning to night their day is jam-packed. Right now, it's 8:23 on Wednesday … Continue reading banana bread, anyone? →