although i am not adverse to a little growling in bed, i take it amiss when the animal doing all the growling happens to be a raccoon unwantedly sticking his head in MY window.
last night. happily minding my own business re-reading the books about the girl who can see ghosts, someone sticks their head in the window and bats at the blinds. i’m flipping over going, “oh fats waller, have you come for dinner?” but this inviting sentence is broken off on a choked scream as i get a good look at the beady eyes and poky snout nosing into my bedroom. definitely not a fats waller face. in fact the face of a vicious little coon who happens to think he deserves to be in my room. oh-ho-ho, i think not.
i took pictures of them (yes them, because FIVE new coons appear to have moved into our neighborhood) and then i slammed the window on their distrusting, growly little faces.
because you are all such flatterers, i am also putting up one more picture of crinkly haired me.
That’s ridiculous! I am so glad that you shooed them off, and they didn’t put up too much racoon resistence for you to handle.
I often called racoons “coons” in my childhood. It was cool in a sort of Davey Crockett kind of way. Then someone told me that Coon was a bad term for a black person. So, oops.
Also, you are a crinkly-headed little sexpot in those picutres. I love it!
but you get to be a crinkly-headed little sexpot all the time. since you come equipped with the proper hair. i am jealous!
those coons (sorry) will be back though….but i will make them rue the day. sigh. by feeding them. goddamn but they’re kind of cute with their little fuzzy fat tummies.
Raccooniest….post….EVER.
for anyone out there unfamiliar with sushi’s pets, i want to clarify that her CAT is named fats waller. she’s not, you know, crazy.
well, kristen, let’s not be too hasty here in declaring michele sane. she DOES have seven cats, after all.
also, i really like the idea of sushi having a pet cat. like a corndog having a pet human, or snake eggs having a pet mongoose.
CORRRRNNNNNNIEST comment ever, mr. corn.
=)
yes, but at least it wasn’t creepy.
or rude. this is true. i like mr corn. hey, mr corn oh wait you don’t like corn. but maybe we should get some corn and bbq it on wed at baseball. mmmm tasty. i could get some corn. do you like corn dianna? on the cob?
dood! i too have racoons now. the other night one of my new roommates came running into the kitchen, quite flustered, after a band of 3 racoons came rushing towards him as he unassumingly played a little nighttime guitar on our patio.
in related news, in order to convey a certain story, i had to confess to aforementioned roommate and one other that i have a blog. i think i lost some major cool points. damn you people!!!
corn on the cob, you say? calling to me in dulcet tones? begging to be slathered with butter or substitute of my choice, lightly sprinkled with salt and devoured with both haste and glee?
nah, don’t like that at all. so who’s bringing it?
i’m covering the corn situation! i’ll snag some yummy sweet white corn on the cob from the farm down the street!
you’ll have to bring your own butter substitute though. i’ll bring some salt.
p.s. erica, what the the hell are you talking about? all the coolest people have blogs.
okay, i would say how good the current crinkly-haired photo looks, but i’m afraid of being too ‘creepy’….
so, in theory, if i saw someone who looked exactly like you, with the exact hair, and a picture exactly like that, i’d say that mythical person looks wonderful!