(Sigh) Well, it looks like we’re going ahead with this soap opera thing. I guess it’s time to reopen the Grumbling Room.
Les’see. GSD Mom brought popcorn, fullmoondeb ordered pizza (without anchovies for some reason, still, it’s pizza), I’ve got some homemade pretzels, The Wolf In Your Midst, are you bringing drinks or is Robin Harwood? If this drivel keeps up, we might need some hard stuff. Anyone know if Sarsaparilla is still available anywhere? Oh, nachos might be a good idea if someone knows where to get some good ones.
For those who don’t remember, or have joined us in the comment section since the last installment of this twaddle (you know, the prequel where we learn the Captain Nimble has been lost at sea again and Bandit joined the police force after receiving a vision from Cat and . . . uh, and all that other stuff that we don’t know about), anyway, the Grumbling Room is across the hall from the TV room where the silly soap opera is airing. The door is left cracked open to allow easy entrance for anyone trying to get away from this poppycock and most definitely not for the purpose of pretending to ignore to the drivel in the other room while secretly watching from the corner of one’s eye. None of us in the Grumbling Room have any reason to do such a thing. Thankfully, we cannot hear it from here either, even though someone keeps turning the volume up. We tune it out, in any case. But, no howling Wolfie, just in case they say something about the “our daughter” character.
(Sigh) Well, it looks like we’re going ahead with this soap opera thing. I guess it’s time to reopen the Grumbling Room.
Les’see. GSD Mom brought popcorn, fullmoondeb ordered pizza (without anchovies for some reason, still, it’s pizza), I’ve got some homemade pretzels, The Wolf In Your Midst, are you bringing drinks or is Robin Harwood? If this drivel keeps up, we might need some hard stuff. Anyone know if Sarsaparilla is still available anywhere? Oh, nachos might be a good idea if someone knows where to get some good ones.
For those who don’t remember, or have joined us in the comment section since the last installment of this twaddle (you know, the prequel where we learn the Captain Nimble has been lost at sea again and Bandit joined the police force after receiving a vision from Cat and . . . uh, and all that other stuff that we don’t know about), anyway, the Grumbling Room is across the hall from the TV room where the silly soap opera is airing. The door is left cracked open to allow easy entrance for anyone trying to get away from this poppycock and most definitely not for the purpose of pretending to ignore to the drivel in the other room while secretly watching from the corner of one’s eye. None of us in the Grumbling Room have any reason to do such a thing. Thankfully, we cannot hear it from here either, even though someone keeps turning the volume up. We tune it out, in any case. But, no howling Wolfie, just in case they say something about the “our daughter” character.