Captain’s Log 5,756
I wish we had Boxing Day here in the United States. I could use another holiday off. I don’t quite get the concept. From what I gather, the servants had to wait a day to get their boxes of gifts. Is that right? Doesn’t sound very fair but if it means an extra holiday, I am all for it!
I had boxing day in my garage last month. I found all the random boxes and consolidated them into nice piles of boxes. Now, I have more boxes because they reproduce during the holidays. Then one day you wake up and realize what’s happened. You have become a hoarder.
I had a great time yesterday. I spent the day with Big Sister Mia at Friend Pam’s house. We had a nice spaghetti meal and shared some gifties. I gave Pam’s child unit a onesie just like mine. Since people all over this country wear their pajamas in Walmart, we thought it might be fun to give it a try in our onesies. Doubt if anyone would even notice two adult women dressed alike in microfiber jumpsuits with feet attached. Pajama feet. Of course our real feet would be attached. It would be hard to walk around Walmart if you didn’t have real feet.
Big Sister Mia sent me an email last night about going to the movies on Saturday. That was all fine, but she had written it after she took some Ambien. Holy shit! Instead of having a driving, cooking, or shopping Ambien moment, she merely composed an email. Thank goodness. Some people do amazing things while under the influence of that drug. My favorite was when she referred to La Jolla as LaJolly. I talked to her this morning and she remembers sending the email. She also recalls that it made perfect sense to her at the time. Hilarious! It’s really fun when she calls me on the phone after taking Ambien. She makes about as much sense as her LaJolly email.
Anyway…..there are times when my sister is humor challenged. Like now. Bitstrips on Facebook are hilarious avatars you can play with to create cartoons. I made this one for her this morning, and she really doesn’t get it. She does not understand random humor. Poor thing. If you want to take a crack at interpreting the cartoon for her, leave a comment.
She really doesn’t get it. I think it’s hilarious. Elkaholism. But by the time you explain jokes to my sister in the depth she seems to require, it’s no longer funny. Not even a speck of funny. I appreciate any help anyone can give me.