Tuesday, April 05, 2005

POKE

The babies are closing in. I am safe under my desk until 5, then I must take out the mace. I have a heavy heart about this but it cannot be avoided. Piles of soft baby poo are building and I hear there is a urine and drool river making it's way down 7th Ave. Fairy Bulter has a spell. If that doesn't work poke them in the eyes. Effective, yes. Grody, yes.

9 comments:

fairy butler said...

they are growing immune to the spell...must retreat. awful powdery smell, mucus, musss. Is it you, baby einstein?

mountain man said...

Here is some other concerns. I am back under my desk. This was unavoidable due to the boss and the phone. The cube is no longer a fort but a cage. Babies are unhelpful in this matter.

mind in gutter said...

I like the title of this post.

baby mozart said...

I see you MM. You cannot hide.

Baby shirley said...

OUCH!!

baby mozart said...

rock me amadeus

krixfort said...

something outside my window sounds like a dying cat. Helene, are you outside my house?

Jaylo said...

Oh Krix., I was just practicing my singing.

postmoderndebunker said...

I am concerned MM. Come work for me at the health food store "Hole Poo" I am the organic coffee matron. I will protect you from rapists and babies and such.

Love, PD