At work today...

[marko_the_rat]

I got laughed at because I was caught talking to an urn. I'm guessing I'm missing my raccoon something fierce. How is it that I'm loving him even more over time?

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[myzer.livejournal.com]

ok, this will teach me the art of reading comprehension.

For some reason that I have yet, and probably will never figure out, the word 'urn' when I first read it, came across as the word 'urinal'. Yes I need help, often in the form of large non sequential notes.

I know you (sort of), I know what an urn is (I think I own one), but I don't know ristin (my loss), but I am having much trouble finding the connection between an urn and a Victorian Racoon.

That you love him more is a no brainer. {Insert cliche about absense and fondness of the heart here)

Just trying to think of a correlation between urn and Ristin makes my brain hurt.

So who will be my Panadol and explain it? :)

[marko-the-rat.livejournal.com]

Um, there's no connection between the urn and Ristin, except that I was suggesting that loneliness makes me do strange things. (Like I need an excuse.)

And a clarification for anyone who was suspecting me of nascent ancestor worship: The urn in question was for boiling water, not keeping ashes in.

No urinals were harmed in the making of this skit.