Sunday, August 13, 2006


The bags have been packed, the back has been shaved, and the pets are filled with the skittish uneasiness of the impending kennel visit. It is vacation time, and Mrs. Camino and I are headed north where the air is a bit cooler, though unfortunately measured in Celsius.

Feel free to write an epic in the comments section in my absence. Here's your opening line:

Vespa the Resilient, having earlier slain Mr. Chuckles, the friendly and much loved Dragon of Perpetual Joy, in error, presently emerged with understandable trepidation from the cave, though she carried with her the head of Roy, a bastard of a dragon and the one listed on her contract with the village, which she fulfilled with the use of a rusting door from a 1969 Dodge Charger, a box of the leading brand breakfast cereal, a copy of Band on the Run on vinyl, and considerably more effort and skill than was required for the late Mr. Chuckles.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

You will be missed! Have a great vacation!

1:03 PM  
Blogger saraclark said...

...the true source of Vespa's diverse skills derived from the fact that she was a native Canuck and could effortlessly shift from Farenheit to Celsius and from Miles to Kilometers without the help of obscure formulas or calculators.

11:06 AM  
Anonymous Muffy said...

bon vpuage!!!

12:15 PM  

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