stuff in boxes
so we sit in the storm and wait. and wait. and then I got quite bored. bored and antsy and I needed to do something.
"come on fish, I'm bored. amuse me!" I nudge him. fish wiggles his arse on the floor next to me, always the same thing when he doesn't know what to say. "okay, we could... I dunno... get a start on your next tax returns?"
"are you out of your bloody mind! no way, fish. let's go explore the house. I'm bored and I haven't looked at all that shit in those moving boxes I never unpacked after I moved here." I suggest, so we get off the floor and started crawling up the stairs.
"missy, do you remember buying that barmixer set?" sighs fish with his head stuck inside a big box. "nah,"I say, "that used to belong to auntie elsie. that woman could drink rivers dry."
I remember elsie. sound woman, sick sense of humour. one time, when I was still a primary school kid, she was still half-asleep and hungover when packing our school lunch and one of her cats came into the kitchen with a dead mouth in its mouth. elsie pulled the cadaver out of the cat's mouth to pack it in my tupperware and gave the tuna sandwich to the cat instead.
we're through the second box each when I find a little indian wooden box with last winter's greenery stash in it. "fish, I think smoking pot gives you alzheimer's"
he gives me a sideways look "why's that, missy?"
"I totally forgot I had this still"
so I did. probably what with the different job and new house, I'd had a lot on my plate lately as it was. I hadn't even unpacked this last room of boxes.
"tell ya what, fish, let's go downstairs and smoke it."
"come on fish, I'm bored. amuse me!" I nudge him. fish wiggles his arse on the floor next to me, always the same thing when he doesn't know what to say. "okay, we could... I dunno... get a start on your next tax returns?"
"are you out of your bloody mind! no way, fish. let's go explore the house. I'm bored and I haven't looked at all that shit in those moving boxes I never unpacked after I moved here." I suggest, so we get off the floor and started crawling up the stairs.
"missy, do you remember buying that barmixer set?" sighs fish with his head stuck inside a big box. "nah,"I say, "that used to belong to auntie elsie. that woman could drink rivers dry."
I remember elsie. sound woman, sick sense of humour. one time, when I was still a primary school kid, she was still half-asleep and hungover when packing our school lunch and one of her cats came into the kitchen with a dead mouth in its mouth. elsie pulled the cadaver out of the cat's mouth to pack it in my tupperware and gave the tuna sandwich to the cat instead.
we're through the second box each when I find a little indian wooden box with last winter's greenery stash in it. "fish, I think smoking pot gives you alzheimer's"
he gives me a sideways look "why's that, missy?"
"I totally forgot I had this still"
so I did. probably what with the different job and new house, I'd had a lot on my plate lately as it was. I hadn't even unpacked this last room of boxes.
"tell ya what, fish, let's go downstairs and smoke it."
posted by MissMadness at 7:25 PM
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