May 02, 2003

For me? You shouldn't have!

There is a stack of planks leaned up against our porch with a note that says "Remodeling Project."

"Remodeling Project?" What the hey-nonny-nonny?

Our landlord seems to have forgotten to tell us something.

Things the wood might mean:

  • they will be used to board up our windows, fancy-style
  • they will be used to create a Walk the Plank that leads off the Perilous Promenade into the Bramble Below (featuring Old Christmas Tree and Rat Carcasses)
  • they will be used for some other project entirely at a different property.

The third is the most likely. We're always getting deliveries for our landlord. Special deliveries.

This didn't happen at my old apartment. That landlord would leave pie in my fridge and always seemed to show up when I was wearing a towel.

Mysterious planks might be better. (And shut up that I said "pie in my fridge." Shutupshutupshutup!)

Posted by Ida at May 2, 2003 01:32 PM
Comments

Is that what the kids are calling it these days?

Posted by: flamingbanjo at May 3, 2003 09:53 AM

Actually, I put those planks there.

Posted by: Joshua at May 5, 2003 03:54 PM

Hmmm, what are you going to build?

(Although they're gone now.)

Posted by: Ida at May 5, 2003 05:16 PM

Of course they're gone. I came and took them.
I had no plans to build anything.
They are part of my secret plan.
It involves two rabis and a nun, a hundred feet of softwood planking, a jackrabbit, a cinder block, a hedge trimmers, and a half-gram of angel dust.
If you should awake tomorrow to a frantic thumping and slamming, it's a jackrabbit on angel dust trapped in your downstairs toilet. Just take the cinderblock off the lid and let it out. I'll show up twenty minutes later with the hedge trimmers. When the religious fanatics arrive with the device we made from the planking the real fun will begin.

Posted by: Joshua at May 6, 2003 09:31 AM

I have been hoping for some real fun.

Posted by: Ida at May 6, 2003 04:05 PM

Yeah. Me too.

Posted by: Joshua at May 6, 2003 05:53 PM