A Snarky Chat with the Geek Girl - Part 2

What's up, RG?

Oprah's here at the State Fair of Texas over in not-Fort Worth.

Do you mean Dallas?

Um, OK. Yeah. Dallas. Oprah ate the Fried Butter and exploded into a million pieces while riding the Ferris Wheel.

Oh dear. That sounds awful. Was anyone hurt?

I think a few of the patrons were splashed and a few were impaled. It was nothing serious. Bleh.

Um....let's move on. How's Hubby?

Lemme think....Oh yeah. He had a birthday Monday and I wrote a poem for him. FaceBook butchered it when I tried to post it. Here it is:

Happy Birthday to Hubby
Celebrating the half-century milestone
With love from your silly wife
Struggling with the last line of this poem.

(When you're from Texas, "stone" and "poem" rhyme).

Also, Hubby says thanks to all of you that commented on his (not the tortured fedex guy's) legs in the previous post. His knee is better and he's almost up to full cat-kicking speed.

Hum....well. You are such the poet... I guess the kitty should keep his distance, huh?

Yep.

Anything else you want to share today, RG?

Of course there is. I won! I won! I won the Golden Phallus!

The Golden WHAT?

Yeah. It's a Golden Chinese Restaurant. I ate there last week.

That would be Golden PALACE, RG.

Whatever. I guess that's why it doesn't look Chinese. I got it from Me-Me-King for winning her caption contest:



Also, that sweet Carolina Girl Ettarose gave me this because I give great bloggy hugs (and real life hugs):



OK. OK. Get off yourself ReformingGeek!

Aw, Gosh Dern It. Can't a girl have some fun?

**Yawning** Sure. OK. WHAT ELSE?

I told Nooter I'm sending him my *cat. He has a bird problem:


**Rolls eyes** Nice. Is that it, RG?

Yep. All done. Thanks.

*Believe it or not, this poor kitty is not my useless beast. It showed up via email. I think it must be a clone, though.