Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Artsy Dogs!
Monday, June 12, 2006
Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head
Friday night we got caught in a downpour.
But since the place we ducked in for shelter was serving hot dogs and pitchers, we really didn't mind all that much.
But since the place we ducked in for shelter was serving hot dogs and pitchers, we really didn't mind all that much.
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
The Craving: A Tragic Monologue In One Short Act
Setting: The Office
The lowly office drudge begins to dream of lunch as the one o' clock hour approaches
Oh, how I crave a hot dog! Methinks I shall go to the stand outside and purchase a lunch of delicious processed meat on a sweet white bun and topped with glorious ketchup and chopped onions - tis only a hot dog that can bring back the portion of my soul sucked out in the meetings of this morn.
Wait!
What is this here? No wallet! I must count my change - surely there is a dollar-twenty-five scattered throughout my desk drawers.
No! This cannot be! Only seventy-three cents! There will be no hot dog for luncheon today!
Sigh.
Surely the gods must hate me.
- End Scene -
The lowly office drudge begins to dream of lunch as the one o' clock hour approaches
Oh, how I crave a hot dog! Methinks I shall go to the stand outside and purchase a lunch of delicious processed meat on a sweet white bun and topped with glorious ketchup and chopped onions - tis only a hot dog that can bring back the portion of my soul sucked out in the meetings of this morn.
Wait!
What is this here? No wallet! I must count my change - surely there is a dollar-twenty-five scattered throughout my desk drawers.
No! This cannot be! Only seventy-three cents! There will be no hot dog for luncheon today!
Sigh.
Surely the gods must hate me.
- End Scene -
