Qanzaspeak

I’m afraid I won’t be blogging this week due to the enormous amount of work that landed on my shoulders today. To make it up to you, here’s a Peep on red Fiestaware. Just be careful, they don’t like it if you make direct eye contact.

‘Til Saturday,

I took the week off to chill. It’s Spring Break, see? No classes, not a busy time at work, great week to catch up on sleep, and the reading for the rest of the semester. Today I planned to sleep late, sip a little coffee, then hit the grocery store and the vet’s office while the rest of the world is at work. See that? That’s the view out my front window this morning. The city has been replacing sewer line in my neighborhood. I thought our yard was one of the few to be spared. My false security was dashed this morning. The water is turned off and I cannot shower, brush my teeth, shave, nothing. I sit trapped in my own filth. I’m tempted to grab my watering can and straw hat, work myself into tears and then fly out the front door making a beeline for the guy in the hole.

Qanzas [in full gardening outfit, hysterical]: “My peeeeeeonies! My darling, baby, pretty, pink peeeeeeonies!”

City Worker [in hole]: “Um, I’m sorry, mamn?”

No. Instead I’m going to throw some clothes over my stink, buy a cup of coffee from the espresso bar with a drive-thru, and carry on. I keep hearing of a phenomenon called Portland Casual, guess I can look at today as research.