It occurs to me that now that I am certifiably insane, I can get away with a lot more than previously…
Woohoo! Knock your socks off, Jo!
What’s your first official act of insanity going to be?
First I will fashion foil helmets for my girls and me, and then make some for the cats. You can’t be too careful of the Gravity Wells which can really do a number on your Thoughts.
Hmmm. Sounds like a wise plan. Do they protect from the harmful cheese-stick rays?
NOTHING protects from the cheese stick rays, except beer.
But, Jo, it’s at least another day until beer o’clock! What will I do?
I feel so naked without my beer and foil helmet.
The cheese sticks must be kept in complete isolation at a steady temperature. Perhaps you could put one up your cat?
Oh vile. Sorry.
That is vile. True. But, hey, you’re certifiably insane, remember. So, everything you do is acceptable.
Besides, my cat is violent and a giant. It wouldn’t work out, not without causing me intense pain and injury.
What about inside a dead lizard?
I guess if you start with strawberries and bananas and then add crushed ice and tequila before blending, pouring in a big glass, and heading to the hot tub, it’s probably more techically a daquari than a margarita, but if the crazy lady requires bananas, I’m willing to work with her to create the perfect banana margarita.
Sounds great. When do we add the cheese-sticks and dead lizard? After about the 24th banana margarita, I’m guessing.
If the insanity gig doesn’t work out, I’ve heard that ignorance is bliss…
Being insane isn’t an issue, but arguing with yourself and burning yourself with an iron when the stupid you wins the fight can be a bit of a problem.