My love, Echinoia Eeeps has a family as I've mentioned before, and one day I may qualify to meet them all. At this juncture in our relationship, I have managed to finagle introductions to Weeby, Blem, and Forb, though I'm not quite sure if they are full-on, purebred, pedigreed family, or even completely human, not to mention actually living, though they do seem to occasionally change positions. They could of course be garden gnomes but I'm not taking a chance on making that mistake again. My recovery was one thing — one long thing — but the medical bills on top of all that made the whole episode nearly unbearable. I had more than enough drama the time I tried to scratch Brutus behind his ear (he has just the one now), absent-mindedly mistaking him for a pussycat (he's a warthog). Well anyway, nowadays I check before I touch.
And then, also, Klem, Flem, and Ansel Eeeps.
So, you see, my love, Echinoia Eeeps has a family that just won't quit. In fact, they can't, because they adamantly refuse to even start. (Family tradition, backed up by televised torture and days spent in Confinement Cage #1 at the family rat ranch.)
My love, Echinoia Eeeps wants me to build a bird house. She has a flock of condors, about 30 nowadays, and just keeping them supplied with rotting meat imposes a significant drain on the Eeeps family ungulate herd. And condors are nippy, which might explain why they should have a place of their own, rather than being randomly arranged in the family dining room, which can also be a tad awkward during anniversaries and birthday parties, not to mention wedding receptions and wakes.
My love, Echinoia Eeeps was awarded the Gratuitous Achievement Award, awarded by the Gratuitous Achievement Award Award Committee for Gratuitous Achievements. She immediately hung it on her wall, but it immediately melted away, since it was made of ice, leaving behind only a damp stain. Then she pounded me because I'd congratulated her on it. And I had to lick the stain off the wall. At least I'm good for something.
My love, Echinoia Eeeps, is lying dormant — says it's something that she needs to do every few centuries to ensure continued growth and freedom from fungal infestations. Who am I to argue? I don't. Not any more. She bites.
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so says eff: sporadic spurts of grade eff distraction
definitions: outdoor terms
fiyh: dave's little guide to ultralight backpacking stoves
boyb: dave's little guide to backpacks
snorpy bits: nibbling away at your sanity
last seen receding: missives from a certain mobile homer
noseyjoe: purposefully poking my proboscis into technicals
