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| Reanimating the Inanimate
by sherri_ at 10/5/2009 8:49:44 AM
Everyone knows how clothes dryers eat socks. One sock in a set. Some theorize there's an interdimensional wormhole that opens up for a Loki like spirit to snatch *one* sock thus messing up the pair.
*I* think the one sock just reanimates and like a salamander, sprouts two little lint legs and walks off. They prolly have a top secret compound somewhere planning on World Domination, and breeding.
Everyone knows that when you turn off the lights to go to bed, any dirty dishes left in the sink reanimate and breed so you wake in the morning to a sinkfull (note to self: wash my dishes in case anyone wants to eat today).
I discovered a new reanimation last nite. Man Child made the dinner menu this week, so it's crap every nite. That's fine, his crap is easy to whip up. Last nite's crap was frozen fish fillets and pasta alfredo. Cool with me, Wilson had pretty much kicked my butt anyway (my chainsaw, from Tim the Toolman).
I opened the freezer...no box of fish fillets. I went to the deep freeze...no box of fish fillets. I remember quite clearly buying them, unpacking them and putting them on the washing machine (Man Child puts the food away, since he eats most of it).
I spent the next 30 minutes trying to find that fish. I rechecked the freezers, the 'frig, the dry goods pantries, the outside garbage can, dug thru the inside garbage can, the car, the garage, the bathroom, my bedroom, Man Child's Man Cave.
No box of frozen (or thawed) fish fillets. These wreen't those El Cheapo minced fish portions, they were whole fillets. I'm forced to conclude they reanimated, sprouting little fish flippers and walked off box and all.
No doubt they were catfish. I've heard tell of walking catfish. They prolly waltzed out the door (that I am wont to leave open on warm days) and down the ridge to the creek.
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