Wednesday, July 12, 2006


"Just going to the kitchen to get some food, then I'm going to tell you a story that will make your balls shrink to the size of raisins."
- Spike, Notting Hill

I know you are all anxiously awaiting details of my terrifying tale of translocation, but honestly, it was such a horrible ordeal, in all good conscience, I feel compelled to spare you. Suffice to say that I quaked in my boots atop the refrigerator for several long hours. The Peeps finally came to my rescue and escorted me to my new home, however, I can tell you I still have nightmares about our ghastly moving day. Tomorrow: happy, peaceful thoughts.


El Timido said...

You'll be just fine my dear friend, trust El Timido ;) Best of luck with the new place.

Grandma Mr. Peeps said...

Welcome back KoKo I have missed you. Looking forward to your daily thoughts. Perhaps you will have a few pointers I can use when I move.