The flies raze your house, eating with the fervor of long starved locusts. The insurance adjustors come to what's left of the place, step over a single happy goat (what the hell is it with goats and the cellar?) and offers to write you a check. You happily accept, and the person behind that is a debt collector. He snatches the check, turns to walk away, turns back, and snatches the goat. Paid in full, he says over his shoulder. Have a nice day.
I wish that pumpkin picture didn't remind me so much of my motherinlaw.
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Taking up smoking to lose weight.
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