Wednesday, December 26, 2007

WTB: One WABAC machine

Oh brother, what I wouldn't do for a time machine (cloaked in a Delorean, helmed by Mr. Peabody and Sherman or otherwise) to transport me to the precise moment on Dec. 6 when a simmering pot o' gold was ready for consumption. Santa? Doc? Lassie? Gunga Din? Anyone?


Oh well. I'll just have to pine for this warm, filling Corn Chowder (say it with me: chowww-dah). Sure, I could go the easy route and just make it again, except I'm not feelin' quite right for kitchen work. The truth is I'm a bit on the mend from a really quick sick that I initially blamed on lechuga, but now I'm screamin' it was some sickly, sorry-ass air I inhaled. If only I had a time machine. Quiet you ...

5 comments:

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Jane said...

What I want to know is, what are you doing writing at 5 in the morning?

trece said...

Yeah, 5 a.m. is fairly early for fightin', macramé and bloggin'. No good excuse available, so I'll just blame the early morning post on Dobie Gillis.

Collin Quick said...

I was always amazed by Sherman's stupidity. Here's a kid that's hanging out with a talking dog (a smart-as-hell talking dog), and yet he asks the most asinine questions possible. If i was Mr. P, I would have stopped trying to educate him and left him somwhere back in time.

trece said...

Good point and well=played, Collin. The only cartoon sidekick that even comes close to Sherman's incompetency and level of annoying is Scrappy Doo.

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