Marceline: “Alice, dear, could you possibly manage to look a trifle less bored?”Alice: “Are you kidding? We’re dressed up like cats. What is this accomplishing?”
SPCA.com
Marceline: “It’s keeping us in the spotlight. As every good starlet knows, there are things you simply must do to keep the attention of your fans.”
Alice: “And what fans are those? Witches? The board members at the SPCA?”
Marceline: “Don’t be such a stick, sister girl. Just act sexy and smile a bit more.”
Alice: “I don’t feel very sexy with a fake tail shoved in my ear.”
Marceline: “And how sexy will you feel when we drop off the Lucky Strike Box Office Flames list?”
Alice: “Oh. I didn’t really think about that. Being on the list means I never have to pay for drinks in this town.”
Marceline: “Exactly. Now arch your back and purr like you mean it.”
On Sunday 9-20-15 @2:30 PM I will be at Paul’s house for his Back to Eden garden tour. This is likely the last visit to Paul’s until the pruning class in January.
Silence on the other side of the confessional wall.
“Father?”
Throat clearing. Then, “Son, I’m not quite sure what this means, but I am here to guide you. What is this blog you speak of? Is it carnal in nature?”
“Oh no, Father. It’s nothing like that, although we probably should talk about those issues in our next session. No, a blog is where I post interesting things so that other people can read them.”
“You post things?” Short pause. “Are you sure this isn’t carnal?”
“Yes, Father. It’s like a diary, but it’s online, it’s on the Internet, and people visit my site to read what I put in this diary.”
“I see. This is a computer thing. Well, my son, we haven’t been allowed to have…
