How was YOUR day?
Today was a hoot...

While flushing my toilet this morning, what should happen but, amidst gurgles and splashes, a magic bottle of steak sauce flew up outta the bowl and hovered in mid-air!

It started to talk to me...but at first I didn't understand...until it adjusted its translator and informed me that it had to adjust its translator.

"I am the enchanted steak sauce genie!" said the magic steak sauce bottle. "I will grant you one wish!"

Being quite content with everything, as I had just enjoyed a wonderful breakfast of KFC Twisters and chocolate milk, I could think of nothing to wish for.

"I need a good frolic in an open field of flowers!" I said, feeling the need for a good post Twister frolic in an open field of flowers.

At first, he whisked me away to a barren planet where there was no atmosphere and my eyes nearly popped outta my head before he whisked us to the field. "Wrong number..." he explained.

So, now in the field, I frolicked. Being an expert frolicker, I won't go into the finer details of frolickry, but suffice it to say that much frolicking was done by me this morning.

"Master, I think we should go now," ultimately said the magic steak sauce genie.
"No, you have to frolic, too!" I said merrily.
"But, sir, I'd rather..."
"FROLIC!"
And, being an obedient steak sauce genie, he frolicked.
"Now, I want to see a bunch of knights in full armor frolicking!"
And they were and the did.
"And, a fat man wearing a Wonder Woman costume splashing around a little kiddie pool while children throw macaroni at him!"
"But, sir, that's not a proper adendum to your wish..."
"Yes it is...it's all covered under the Finer Points of Frolicking by Edgar Rice Boroughs...you're quite out of the loop, my genie little friend..."
And, lo and behold, there was the man, the pool, and the kids...and the macaroni!
And the knights frolicked.
And the steak sauce genie frolicked.
And I frolicked.

Eventually, the flowers were trampled and the field became muddy as the clouds that had been threatening rain finally unleashed their fury in a torrential maelstrom.

"May we go now, sir?" asked the magic steak sauce genie.
I looked at the sky and felt the heavy cool rain on my face.
"Sure, we can go home now..."
And I was whisked back to my wonderful estate high in the Himalayas.
Feeling exhilirated, I promptly went for a walk to the local KFC to have another Twister...not the baked Twister, mind you...as they suck.

Current Mood: Defunct Handmixer - "I feel very WHIRRRRRR...SNAP...GRIND...WHIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!"
Current Music: "And we all said...oh, well, I never. Was there ever a cat so clever as magical Mister Mistofoles?"