Barnmouse Blitherings

This isn’t looking promising.  Nothing is popping into my head and Rat’s sitting over there on the other couch trying to talk to me about something that’s happening in freakin’ October.  I mean really!  I’m on a deadline here buddy!

So.  What topic have we not beaten to death?  I know!  My new microwave!  It works!  Finally.  I guess you wouldn’t call it my “new” microwave.  Rat keeps calling it my “new-new” microwave.  But now that it’s passed my popcorn test, I think I’ll just call it my microwave.  What was I saying?  Oh yeah.  Guess what I did in my new microwave?    No, no, no, get your mind out of the gutter.  I grilled chicken!  In my microwave!  You are impressed!  And so is my dad.  Hee!

And also, just if I wanted to?  You know what else I could do in my microwave?  I could bake freakin’ brownies, y’all!!!!  BROWNIES!!!  In a MI.CRO.WAVE!!!!  I can not begin to comprehend the awesomeness of that.  My brain is not capable of the understanding of microwave brownies.  Done in just a fraction of the time!  Chocolatey goodness in meer minutes!

Yeah.  We’ve exhausted that topic now.  On to something else.

I’m trying to get Rat to tell me a joke and he just keeps muttering “So what days?”.

Bah.  No fun.

Joke!  Joke!  Someone tell me a joke!!!  Dirty or clean, makes no difference to me.  Bonus points for making tea come out my nose.