Oh, hai. In case you were wondering, we survived the tornado watch the other night.
We just have some felled branches and green plants to contend with.
During the watch, I took comfort in my binky angel while mom watched formulaic crime dramas and texted her brother.
Now that we have the tornado watch behind us, I’m helping my mom do research for a ghostwriting project. She’s learning that Chicano poets rock and that sometimes it’s nice to hear about the whole overcoming adversity thing, especially when you’re recovering from surgery and heavily medicated and exes pretend they accidentally emailed you when really they’re still rehashing a relationship gone wrong and should probably refrain from using the computer when drunk, stoned, or lying.
I also manged to make a few pate creations this week. OK, one creation. We’re not sure if it’s a baby pegasus or a dog awaiting treats. Maybe you can help us figure it out. Mom’s on painkillers, so she says things are kind of a blur right now.
And to round out this whole mystery week, Mama J helped us figure out what our tea wallet actually says. We asked Kevin, but his Chinese isn’t that good, and we’re not even sure he’s actually Chinese. So all he could tell us was that it was some sort of Buddhist poem or maybe a warning and that it may or may not include the words Buddha, pearl, blood, especially, gold, and ear.
Thank God Mama J saved the day with the whole marauding angle. Otherwise, we might still be wondering what this mysterious wallet was trying to tell us.
Rough translation: No use petitioning the golden pearl Buddha, cuz I’ll cut yer bloody ear off if you steal my tea, especially the Earl Grey.
OK, it’s time for lunch, so I need to roll. Happy Sunday, post-tornado watch, ya’ll.