For a while, it was a harmonious relationship and we were all benefiting from it in one way or another. Still, though, by the end of summer I was beginning to think that they didn't really respect us. I wasn't initially put off by their sloppiness, but at some point it became an issue. Wherever they went, a mess seemed to follow. They never made any effort to pick up after themselves.
They have never invited us to their home and they never bring anything to share when they come to ours. It's become obvious that all they really want is a free meal and that they're not looking for any sort of meaningful friendship, but I still felt the need to serve something the last time they stopped by. In their usual style, they ate and left.
I found out that they've been making themselves at home when we're not around. And not only have they been coming by for a meal, they've been practically living just outside our back door. Apparently, they were looking for someplace to hang out during the rain storm last weekend, so they decided our back porch was just the place to do it. They did more than just relax on our furniture, they tore the grapevine wreath apart and used the couch cushions and the floor as their own personal bathroom. It was a disgusting mess that required a massive clean up.
I still have fond memories of the lovely warm summer afternoons we spent together, but I'm not sure whether I want them back in my life after what they did. One thing is for certain, if they are no longer welcome at our house, they'll find someone else to take advantage of. While I'm not usually in favor of using my blog to settle personal differences, I felt I needed to show you what they look like so you'll know what you're in for should they show up at your house.
|Sure, he looks harmless, but he has no respect for your outdoor furniture.|
|He'll spill his food all over the ground and never offer to clean it up.|
Why Buttered Bagels Are So Funny
My daughter is a lot like me. She finds words endlessly fascinating. She's always asking me how different things got their names or how languages developed. We often wonder what the first spoken word was and who it was spoken by.
Sometimes, just for fun, we like to take a common word or phrase and change it. Recently, we focused on body parts. We couldn't decide why fingers and toes, being similar appendages, had such different names. Were they both named at the same time? Did one person decide on their names or was it a group effort? How strange would it be if they were renamed and what would they be called? We considered quite a few options and came up with foot fingers. Imagine, if you will, how it would sound to use foot fingers in place of the word toes.
"Ow! I just stubbed my foot finger on the coffee table."
"Are you sure those shoes fit? It doesn't look like there is enough room for your big foot finger."
"I have a hole in my sock. My foot finger is sticking out."
From there, we moved on to the word butt (my daughter is 10, butts are funny when you're 10). This time, instead of just changing the word, we decided to swap it with another word beginning with the same letter. Our number one choice was bagel. So the idea is, bagels would now be called butts and your butt would now be known as your bagel. Got it? It could sound a little something like this:
"I'm putting butts in the toaster. Would anyone like cream cheese on their butt?"
"I don't like my butt toasted. I prefer eating my butt cold."
"I slipped on the stairs and fell right on my bagel."
"Do these jeans make my bagel look big?"
And that is why buttered bagels (translation: buttered butts) are so funny. At least to us they are. If we make any more changes to the English language, I will be sure to let you know. Just trying to keep you on your foot fingers!
~Photos courtesy of eNature.com~