Dance Dnace

DDR has nestled itself into my fitness regimen. I've managed to up my difficulty level to Standard, but the song Jane Jana eludes me. It seems like everything is on the off beat, and the ability to be off beat eludes me! Maybe if I double-up each hit, I'll make it. Even if I don't, I'll get lots of cardio in.

Here's a customer quickie:

Me: And your confirmation number is 1234567.

Silly Customer (SC): Ok. That's 1234576.

Me: No, it ends with 567.

SC: Oh! That's just my dyxlessia. I mean dyslexia.

I didn't know dyslexia worked in conjunction with spoonerisms!

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I just checked a room for Mr. Friske (pronounced Frisky). I enjoyed saying Mr. Friske far too much. I take my pleasures where I can....

MEOW!!!

I used to have a cat called Orange One. He was named that because when he was born, he was the orange one in the litter.

He was the sweetest-dispositioned cat I ever had. He was also the dumbest.

He would regularly get stuck in places which other kittens had no problems escaping. It was rather endearing.

One night, I was awoken by a strange, repetitive sound. It went "BANG! THUMP! MEOOOOWWW! HISS!!! BANG! THUMP! MEOOOOWWW! GROOOOWL...."

I woke up in a state of confusion. I wiped my eyes and looked. An orange cat kept appearing and disappearing from my line of vision. I sat up and had a clearer look.

Orange One was furious. His tail was lashing, his eyes wide and rolling, and his ears flattened back. He was doing his damnedest to hop up through my mirror. Each time he smashed into it, he'd yowl in fury, and do it all over again.

Now that's what I call tenacity.

He only stopped when he heard me laughing at him.