catseye wrote:WOW - LOL!!!!!!!!!!!! I just know that I have missed all your comments and stories! It's like everyone just went away

Please come come back and tell some more stories. I miss you guys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hey catseye! Nice to see you again too. Must say, the forum is very quiet lately. I've had an electric start to the year - much too much happening and much too little brainpower to process it.
Let's see - a story to make you smile... I'll tell you about when I broke my nose, because it's possibly the silliest story ever:
So in high school I went to this house party that a friend of mine was throwing. A very cool guy, he'd moved all of his furniture out of his room and papered the walls black to make a great dancing space, and all of the socialising was taking place outside next to the pool. This was also the first night I ever smoked pot. Co-incidence? Not so much, I suspect. Anyway, we were passing around a joint and it was going straight to my head, so I got up and decided to go dancing to shake off the feeling. I was on my way up the stairs towards the (immensely dark) room, and my party-throwing friend was on his way down. He was over six feet tall, so he'd bent a litle to get through the sliding door, just as I looked up and saw him. And then he headbutted me and I fell right back down the stairs. Well, I was lying there clutching my face in agony and refusing to let anyone look, and true to "denial-is-the-best-medicine" teenager form, all of my friends were telling me it was
definitely not broken, and I'd be fine, and it was all good. I was not convinced. Then my best friend's brother, who'd broken his nose a few times before, asked to take a look. I trusted him, so I took my hands away... at which he firmly grabbed it, yanked it back into place and smugly said "It's broken, but at least now it's straight."
After I'd stopped swearing and trying to hit him, they all carted me off to the living room where another girl was lying on the carpet watching Alien. There I was, on my back on the carpet, an ice pack pressed to my aching face, watching aliens bursting out of people's chests with a rising level of pot-induced paranoia, and to make it worse, the girl next to me had some psychological problems (she'd been taken out of school for a year due to schizophrenia), so I was neurotic as all hell.
Next thing I knew she turned to me, rubbing her hand over my arm, and said "You know what you need? You need to come over to my house so I can
take care of you. Oh, and some heroin for the pain."
I was out of there like a shot, broken nose or no.
silverwriter01 wrote:Hmm, how would one go about finding the loveliest pussy in the world I wonder
I wouldn't apply for that job. I know what happens when a hobby turns into a full-time job.

Anyway, I had to keep stopping myself from crooning "who's a pretty pussy?" every time I saw that friend afterwards.
silverwriter01 wrote:Speaking of pussy, my dog chased a cat up the tree in our yard and it wouldn't come down on its own. So I had to go there and scare it down. Took a large stick and beat on the branch it was on. It came flying down and zooming across the yard before I could blink.
Glad it didn't fall on you.
Death by pussy wouldn't have looked nice on a tombstone.
silverwriter01 wrote:Well I'm pretty good. Pretty busy though with classes and such. People tell me that since I'm so busy, that means I have a life. On long days, I start wishing I didn't. So how be you and yours?
Busy busy busy, but definitely not on account of having a life. The puppies are bigger and bolder and less well-behaved - apparently the breed (basset) is generally difficult to train. Did I say apparently? We're still working on them, but all of our neighbours now sit on command. The cats are sulking, as cats are wont to do. General schedule consists of dogs breakfast cats work lunch work home dogs dinner dogs cats friends exhaustion insomnia snooze and then all of it all over again.
The glamour of a domestic life. Someone give me a sceptre and a crown.
silverwriter01 wrote:Also, Karen, you're not famous because of your adventures like locking yourself out of the house or fall in the tub (though that is worthy of fame), you're famous because you're a known author in our little world. Heck when I started posting on the forum, I hadn't read your work yet but I still knew your pen-name.
You make me blush. Seriously. I'm bashful.
However, on this note, I'm snealily going to let you in on something:
http://www.pdpublishing.com/deusexmachinaendpage.html 