June 13, 2007
Deron, Amy Without Internet for a Couple Days
Deron’s and Amy’s internet service is out for a couple days. They’re not ignoring you or this blog. Or that’s what they’re saying. Or that’s what I’m saying they’re saying.
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Deron’s and Amy’s internet service is out for a couple days. They’re not ignoring you or this blog. Or that’s what they’re saying. Or that’s what I’m saying they’re saying.
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Something’s up. A communications shake-up, perhaps? Let’s hope that’s all it is.
Aaron’s saying Deron and Amy are saying they’re incommunicado. That’s what I’m saying, anyway, though you’ll note I stop short of the phrase “being held incommunicado”.
But yesterday morning I tried to call them at the phone number I got from directory assistance. No answer. No voice mail. Nothing. Just brring . . . brring . . . brring . . .
See, it was the tail-end of one of my whirlwind trips to Dallas? And I was on my way to Love Field in my big pants and my rented Chrysler Sebring? And there I was at the bank there at the corner of Twelfth and Zang? And I knew I couldn’t be too far from their house?
So I thought it might be funny just to stop by there for a few minutes, maybe swap clothes, maybe take some pictures out in the yard? But I didn’t want to appear on their doorstep unannounced like a Jehovah’s Witness? And besides, I don’t really know where their house is?
Anyway, I hope I did right in driving on to the airport instead of trying to get an address and directions to their house because I’m going to feel real bad if it turns out they’re being held incommunicado by, say, the Posse Committed to Restoring Oak Cliff to Its Former State of Godliness.
Maybe they’re just rolling and wallowing around in bed for a couple of days and don’t want to be bothered.
I’m pretty sure Deron’s in Germany killing squirrels. I don’t know about Amy.
I’m pretty sure Deron’s in Germany killing squirrels. I don’t know about Amy.
Somebody has to mind the pot of hot oil they’ll be using to make squirrel fritters.
Or in Germany, squirrel schnitzel, I suppose.
In all seriousness, I hope they’re OK.
Deron and Amy, not the squirrels.
Daryl and I have a list of trash lines. My finest contribution to the list:
“This squirrel’s gristley.”
Cindy, one of the creepiest squirrel tales I know was told to me by a friend who had it from her friend, the cable guy. It happened in Dallas, and even if I succeed in mentally reconstituting the story, I’m not sure I want to share it with you. Or y’all.
Doesn’t it annoy you when people do what I just did?
I’m glad you’re not telling it, Sheila. It would just feed Daryl’s squirrel bigotry.
Cindy, are you referring to Daryl’s bigotry against all things squirrel, or do you mean that he hates some squirrels more than others?
If you grind the squirrel fine enough, you won’t notice the gristle in your fritter.
Gristle in your fritter.
Didn’t mean to go all poetty, ya’ll.
Well, Michael, you’re relatively new to the blog and don’t know that Daryl has had a war with squirrels for years, including an elaborate relocation plan that didn’t work out. He gets all bent out of shape because they eat his pomegranates and figs and flowers and berries. That disdain, combined with his well-documented anger problem, have resulted in a desire on his part to do harm to our squirrel friends. I, on the other hand, love squirrels and do not resent their need to eat, and I raise my eyebrow at Daryl’s nefarious plans. I’d link to the numerous past posts regarding Daryl and his squirrel hatred–and Deron’s plans to lie in wait with Daryl in our backyard like ninja snipers and kill squirrels while I’m in the house making tea–but, as we know, I’m lazy and don’t feel like looking for them.
I do love me some fritters. I wonder if they make vegetarian squirrel. Tosquirrelfu?
Thanks for bring me up to speed, Cindy. The ninja image is going to be hard to erase.
Be sure to try BocaRodent textured squirrelsoy products, available in links, patties — even finely ground for fritters.