Rodentia on parade
Jan. 16th, 2004 04:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
slipjig3This is the sort of thing that doesn't occur to Grandma when she does things like buying a guinea pig for the girl-child:
Me: [entering Abbey's room, and noticing that the cage is open] Abbey, where's Chelsea?
Abbey: Oh! She's right over...um...no, wait. She's... [rummages] Hold on a sec, Dad...she must be... [peers under bed] Uh-oh...
Me: [holds brow, contemplates washing down his ibuprofin with Stolichnaya]
(Oh: we found the critter in Abbey's pillowcase, terrified out of its mind.)
Me: [entering Abbey's room, and noticing that the cage is open] Abbey, where's Chelsea?
Abbey: Oh! She's right over...um...no, wait. She's... [rummages] Hold on a sec, Dad...she must be... [peers under bed] Uh-oh...
Me: [holds brow, contemplates washing down his ibuprofin with Stolichnaya]
(Oh: we found the critter in Abbey's pillowcase, terrified out of its mind.)
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Date: 2004-01-16 07:02 pm (UTC)