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Thursday, June 01, 2006

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Yesterday, as I was puttering around the house, I started hearing this loud, intermittent beeping, coming from my bedroom. I looked up at the ceiling, almost expecting to see a countdown clock with under four minutes on it. (Hopefully, this reference is not "Lost" on you...)
But no, the beeping was not coming from some mysterious, electromagnetic-containing microprocessor located in an underground bunker, but rather from a fire detector indicating low battery. So I got out my baseball bat from underneath my bed, and I started swinging at the detector like it was a piƱata. Just kidding. I got up on a chair and disconnected it and got the battery replaced. After doing this, all I can say is Bob Villa better watch out. You can't stop me, you can only hope to contain me...

On another note, my brother, Phineas, who is a regular on this board, is in the hospital right now having his appendix removed. I would ask everyone to please keep him in your prayers for a safe and speedy recovery. I told him that it was okay to have his appendix removed, and maybe even his index, but that nobody had better lay a hand on his glossary...


Mrs. T said...

So, he's no longer got an appendix, but he could always add an epilogue.

Teacher lady said...

Ha, ha, ha! That is EXACTLY my kind of sense of humor. This is what happens when your mother is an English teacher. On an unrelated note . . . did you hear the Pope has the bird flu? He got it from a cardinal. I am so pathetic.

Phineus said...

Appreciate the post my brutha.
As you know I'm out now and have been appendix free for 23 days.
It feels weird. I can't play the piano anymore...not that ever could.