Random Synaptic Misfire
The senses consume. The mind digests. The blog expels.

Certain individuals keep telling me that I should be a writer (Hi Mom). This is probably as close as I'll ever come to making that happen.

Out of the gate, slowly

Category: By Foo
[5:20am, scant seconds after silencing the clock radio with a slap across the top of its head]

Turtle: I'm sorry.
Foo: What?
Turtle: The cupcakes.

[dramatic pause. freshly-wakened neurons stretch, sputter half-heartedly, and ultimately shrug non-existent shoulders]

Foo: What the hell?
Turtle: 'Cause my leg kicked out.
Foo: Honey, what are you talking about?
Turtle: I don't know.
 

3 comments so far.

  1. Anne 07 April, 2009 12:01
    That's too funny.
  2. Bee Repartee 08 April, 2009 18:26
    hahaha, Don't you love that half dream, half awake thing. Did Turtle know what cupcakes she was dreaming about? :)

    When I was a teenager, my sister and I shared a queen sized bed. She heard my alarm clock go off one morning and scrambled over me to get it. I looked at her "WHAT are you doing?!"

    Her sleepy-eyed reply as she rolled over to go back to sleep, "Oh. Sorry. I thought you were dead."
  3. Janie at Sounding Forth 14 April, 2009 06:17
    That's hilarious. What will be even more hilarious is when Turtle tells on you. betcha ain't getting no cupcakes now.

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