Part the first: having words.
Meep has words with the gas heater.
I have words with some kind of toy robot dog thing.
Part the second: various discoveries.
Tomato and, um, large furry fruit discovered in Cape Town garden.
Miniature Loch Ness monster discovered in Cape Town restaurant.
Hee. The “large furry fruit” looks like a mutant tabby coconut of some sort. Also, I apparently enjoy a relaxed evening’s out with my fists clenched. Memo to self: relax.
Entirely OT: I dreamed last night that you and P were In the Family Way, and I only found out from the addition of blog category “Angus, A Young Person”.
Oy.
A comment seemed the appropriate way to share this.
@extemp: ha! I’ll have a word with Stark Ayres and see if they can get in a tabby coconut treelings.
Re fists: try clenching something else instead. (!)
@scroob: Och! If we have a manchild, I doubt we would call it Angus. More likely something along the lines of Tarquin Terence Trogdor the Third.
A much better name.