Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Didn't Have a Choice

Hmm. That awkward moment when your roommate realizes you actually brought home a dingo. I can only guess that "we're in trouble now" is the last thing sane, composed Margo Magee can say before a Hulk-like rage washes over her and she becomes Mar-Goh the Destroyer. Hope that little fawn is a sacrifice, Tommie!

P.S. Happy birthday to blog co-writer Casey! Yes she is an Aquarius, which means she's brilliant, eclectic, and sort of pushy. We love you, Casey!


Elaine said...

You might only be guessing that those are the last sane words that Mar-Goh utters, but over here, I'm praying for that. It's been far too long since we've had an explosive outbreak from that beloved she-devil.

And - happy birthday! Hope it's grand!!

Ken's Orange Overcoat said...

So, Tommie can sex a fawn but doesn't know about Wildlife Rehabilitators, Animal Control or common sense?

P.S. Happy Birthday, Casey! Thanks for all the laughs you've given us!

mrvy said...

Happy Birthday Casey, and may you enjoy many blessings in the next year! "Hoo boy"? That's the best Margo's got? Like Elaine, I pray for more passion tomorrow!

Casey said...

Sort of pushy? More like extremely pushy. I'M SUPER PUSHY DAMMIT. ;)

Thanks all!

Allen said...

Happy birthday Casey!

Jenny G said...

I can't wait for the Lyme Disease plot arc that is surely just around the corner.