Friday, September 14, 2012

The Adventures of Sheercrock Holmes and the Curious Stench

Note: This three-scene parody/farce, based on a real-life event in my life, is rated G for Gross. All viewers who are not in the 8(to)11-year-old boy demographic should use discretion. 


Sheercrock Holmes and the Curious Stench

** Scene One **

Holmes (ahem, me) encounters a powerful stench upon entering her bedroom (which is adjacent to the bathroom that contains Maddox's litter box).

[grimaces and throws hands - open palms forward - in front of her face, as if to block an invisible perp from further olfactory assault]

"OOHHHH! OH GAH! [gags] WHAT'S THAT SMELLL??!" (knowing full well the smell is wafting from a pile of Maddox's prescription canned food-reeking cat poop)

[makes way back to litter box, careful to breathe only through her mouth]

What Holmes expected to find (but didn't)
Note: Hershey is code for poop.


"Well, at least he covered it this time," she snarked, noting the mound of litter in the center of the box.

[uses scoop to sift through litter]

"Hmmm. That's funny. Where the heck is it? [sifts again] So weird. Could he (Maddox) just have really smelly gas??"

(Where the flip is the hershey?!)

[sifts through last square inch of litter and after finding nothing, looks up and sees she has an audience]

Jon Farleigh: Whatcha doin' over there, ma?

Dewi: Oh hai, ma! When you're done with the sandbox, will you throw the rope to me?

[gasps and clutches chest - having remembered overhearing from the kitchen, about an hour earlier, Dewi and Middle Child playing the bouncy, bark-on-the-bed game. AND, that Jon Farleigh (her "shadow") had been conspicuously missing from the room]

"OH NO, YOU DIDN'T!" she cried, fairly convinced that Maddox had, in fact, NOT covered his poop, and that one of the dogs (while in the bedroom with Middle Child earlier) had helped himself to a "chocolaty" snack. 

[gags]

Maddox: I feel a quarter-pound lighter this morning, and you?

"OH, NOOO! That's DISGUSTING! EWWW! [gags] Oh, go play somewhere else; you're both (not knowing for sure which one had done it) INFECTED! Ohhh! Aghh! Uhhhhhhh." [gags]


** Scene Two ** 

About 20 minutes later, Holmes and Youngest Child are having a casual conversation in Holmes' "office."

 H: "If you ever see or hear a corgi messing around in my bathroom, PLEASE, run him off! I'm pretty sure one of them ate a pile of Maddox's poop this morning."

YC: "EWWWW! [becomes pensive]
Mommy?"

H: "Yes."

YC: [in all seriousness] "When a dog eats cat poop, does it go through their stomach and come back out as cat poop?"

H: [chokes back a giggle] "Oh no, no. That's a good question, though, buddy. No, it gets digested [cringes] and comes back out as dog poop. It might upset the dog's stomach a little. [scowls] But, I hope not this time." [sighs]


** Scene Three ** 

About an hour later, Holmes is in her bathroom milling around, with Jon Farleigh hovering close to her feet. (Note: Dewi is in another room at the other end of the house.)

Jon Farleigh: Pull my finger?

[suddenly realizes a foul stench - distinctly similar to that of Maddox's poop - has permeated the bathroom]

"OOHHHH! OH GAH! [gags] AGAIN?! [looks around for the cat and at the empty litter box]

But, he's not in here. What the...?!"

It's elementary. Jon Farleigh is busted.

"OH, GROSS, JON FARLEIGH! 

It was YOU who ate the cat poop! You sneaked in here earlier while Dewi was making all that noise on the bed! YOU did it, because your fart smells like Maddox's poop! Good grief! I'm outta here! Ewww!"

THE END

*****

Psst, hey you. Yeah, you out there on the internets. Will you throw me the rope? Please?

Disclosure: This post is not sponsored by, nor endorsed by the folks who make Hershey's chocolates. But if you feel like eating some chocolate, and it happens to be the Hershey's kind, I'm sure no one will mind! Mmm, chocolate...

Friday, September 7, 2012

Wanted: Experienced Pyrotechnician to Light a Fire Under My @ss

Note: Those who can't discern literal from figurative statements and/or those who are here because they googled anything containing the prefix "pyro" need not apply. In fact, please go ahead and click the "X" in the upper right-hand corner and no one will ever have to know you were here.

Waaaaahhhhhh! I HATE this!

(Making excuses for not posting, I mean.)

Almost as much as I hate the radio silence, which is why I will now offer you several excuses* as to why I have been unable to post something (since my last post) before today:

  1. I have forgotten how to pluck the hair-brained stories from my deteriorating brain and transfer them to the screen. 
  2. I have ants in my pants.
  3. I have age-related hormonal imbalance, which leads to bouts of not giving a flying flip, followed by soul-scourging guilt.
  4. I have three kids who just started back to school and six slightly dysfunctional (as a group) pets.
  5. Lack of monetary compensation.
  6. Occasional irregularity. Like you have room to judge. ;)
*Not a complete list of excuses.

Wait a second. I've lost my train of thought.... 

[insert silence]

Okay, so I was saying: I might be having some issues getting back into the swing of posting my usual HIGH-QUALITY material. BUT. If I don't get these (one in particular) practically written pet-related stories out of my head soon, I'm gonna burst into a fit of hysterical cry-laughter and scare my family! Therefore, it is imperative that I overcome this setback. 

In the near future.

Don't you worry. :)

So (in slightly unrelated news), while I was looking for some appropriate fire-under-the-butt clip art to insert into this post, I (ironically) found a few highly motivational quotes and sayings. Please consider them a "gift" to you for reading down this far.

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To which I say to Mr. Covey: "Isn't that the point of a fire under one's butt?!!!! Make it swift, please!!!!"

In fact, THIS is what happens to those who light LONG-BURNING, PAINFUL fires under butts:
The New Yorker via Conde Nast
(In case you can't read it, it says, "He was someone you had to light a fire under in order to get anything done." As in, the dude is on trial for burning off his employee's butt.)

Don't be dumb, friends. 

Like the dummy who thought THIS was a good idea!

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For the record: I WOULD RATHER BE COLD!

And finally, here's a sweet bunch of polar bears bearing a weekend-appropriate motivational caption!

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Have a great one, y'all! Be back when I get back!

(lest, out of guilt, I post my grocery list as filler)

Saturday, September 1, 2012

Not Dead, Just Dead to the World

Ahem.

Hello, there. It's us. We're fine.

Didn't suffer irreparable psychological damage at doggy camp. In fact, what's doggy camp? Wanna fetch?!

Oh wait. We can't. 

Mom's We're sleeping.






Mom says she'll we'll be more focused sleeping less next week, which is good because we have some stupid childish  funny stories to tell.

See you th...Zzzzzzz

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