Sunday, August 29, 2004
We watched Olympic Diving on TV: or Kate and Cliff make fart noises
yeah, so we thought we would make olympic diving more entertaining if we made poo noises with our mouth (or hands over mouth...whatever we felt was appropriate at the time) each time a diver would stick his butt up in the air while doing feats that neither cliff and I could never. ever. EVER do. EVER. never.
By doing this for about thirty minutes and really quite enjoying it for that said amount of time, I have come to the conclusion that:
a. we still find and will always find poop humor funny.
b. coupled with an international competition know for courage, spirit and other patriotic thingys, it made making fart noises with our mouth even funnier.
c. We should take more photos of tv. I mean really. This photo made diving look totally arty. and as we all know tv + image on tv + camera = instant art.
d. We could have been taking shots of bourbon instead of making fart noises with out mouth each time a diver stuck his tushie in the air. We would have done that if we were 19 and totally into drinking games, but really at this point we were operating at an eight year old level and everybody knows that eight year olds should not drink.
GO USA!
FINALLY: The Return of the Gross, Dirty Neighbor
Our duplex is truly a duplex now. The other half is now occupied by some elusive guy with glasses who hangs his ties out to dry. and does't own a car. and (according to my earlier snoopings this summer) does not like to clean his house before leaving for months at a time. Yes, I went into his apartment, BUT I didn't realize that anyone lived there. Plus the door was unlocked and who leaves there door unlocked (along with a month's worth of dirty dishes sitting in the sink...and on the floor) when leaving for a super long trip???
But he his back.
I have been trying to piece together visual clues as to who this man who shares a wall with us is, but all I have gathered so far is that he hangs his ties out to dry and that he wears glasses and does not own a car.
I have appointed myself "The Official Nancy Drew of Bulldog Circle"
I will be updating other observations and mysterious findings as they become more evident.
I promise.
Of course I have no interest in going next door to introduce myself to him.
It isn't fun that way.
But he his back.
I have been trying to piece together visual clues as to who this man who shares a wall with us is, but all I have gathered so far is that he hangs his ties out to dry and that he wears glasses and does not own a car.
I have appointed myself "The Official Nancy Drew of Bulldog Circle"
I will be updating other observations and mysterious findings as they become more evident.
I promise.
Of course I have no interest in going next door to introduce myself to him.
It isn't fun that way.
