My love, Echinoia Eeeps disappeared right after supper last night, leaving behind only a faint odor of stale fart. If this is going to be her stage act, I'm guessing that it could use some work yet, though you won't ever catch me saying so out loud, knowing what those fists of hers can do.
My love, Echinoia Eeeps had to go on vacation without me because I refused to leave without my pants, no matter how "cute" she thought that would be. Now I can hang out at home without pants for two weeks and just relax, enfolded in layers of completely private cuteness.
My love, Echinoia Eeeps is hoping to start a new religion, possibly centered around apple pie, because apple pie is already popular and people are willing to fork over hard cash for it. Hard cash might turn out to be one of the founding sacraments. Most likely, I think. She did ask me if I thought I could burn incense without setting myself on fire, so there may be a paying role for me here too. But nevertheless, I can always fill in as a part-time sacrifice if the incense thing doesn't pan out, so it may be a "go". (Sound of muted woots, like in the olden days.)
My love, Echinoia Eeeps is never satisfied. I washed and waxed her tank, filled it with hi-grade diesel, bought a year's supply of ammo, and now she wants me to run around the pasture behind the house while she sharpens up her skills with the machine gun. But what can I do? If I get her mad, she may be tempted to bite me again, and I sincerely don't need that.
My love, Echinoia Eeeps started a toad ranch while I was asleep. She does that sort of thing. On a whim. "Whimsical", she calls it. Feels proud of herself. What I actually suggested was a turd ranch, but she missed the humorous part of that, so now we have toads. At least they eat the flies, which is a major downside to all turd ranches.
My love, Echinoia Eeeps said she'd really prefer me to be a lot hairier. This has been a thing for quite a while. She basted me with butter and turned off the water to prevent unnecessary bathing until I developed a nice layer of body-wide mold, which was soft, to be sure, though not nearly durable enough for her needs, so next up she's going to cover me in Elmo's Glue goo and have me roll around in the Eeeps Family Fuzz Room until I pick up a decent coating of hair trimmings, pit shavings, and nose clips. I'll let you know later how that shakes out, in case you're facing a similar situation.
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Me? Obviously living one version of the good life here.
