R. Patty

How to Be

(a film by Oliver Irving)

No one could deny it was entertaining, whether on purpose or not we're not sure. But we certainly laughed. For starters R. Patty sported a serious coif that held more volume than all of our own do's put together. His friend had the best sweater known to man, and there was one awkward old man who kept appearing at the most random moments, dressed professionally in a three piece suit (these places included the loo and R. Patty's parents' bedroom--in the middle of the night)

For your viewing pleasure we have included here "The Hug" where R. Patty tried to embrace his mother because he believes they need to express more affection. Successful? Sadly not.

What Rachel paid me to get her bag from her car. 

Some may call it low, but hey, I'm running out of clean clothes.

That's Right. This pumpkin has a mustache, a pipe, and a monocle.

Our Littlest Roommate

We have this tiny roommate, who sometimes is so small she's hard to find. She is cute and quirky and we love her. The other day she came out of the kitchen looking like this. 

The best part was that she just smiled and didn't seem to realize there was anything odd about her appearance. Oh, Little One. 

(But don't let appearances completely fool you. All of us big roommates agree that if we were kidnapped by a band of pirate-y mean-folk, this Little One would be our rescuer. She's tear the place apart. In this outfit.) 

Indian Style

Today Erin sent a real life smoke signal to our neighbor. 

It was awesome. The only danger happened when the smoking item flew down to the carpet and gave the barefooted Erin a little grief. Otherwise the smoke signal was a complete success. 

Doorbell Ditching

Even though our doorbell doorbell-ditches us and we loath it with a fiery passion, we decided to doorbell-ditch some neighbors of ours. So we left them this Dino. 

(We kept the snail) But we left the Dino with a poem, holding two ziplock bags filled with pancakes and syrup. The pancakes were still warm so we had to leave one bag unzipped so they didn't sweat everywhere. 

Instead of running pell-mell in all directions we sat at a picnic table 30 feet from their front door. We were calm and collected and hardly watched them stare in confusion at the plastic offering. 

I feel I need to mention that we do not know these neighbors. We simply had leftover pancakes. 

Our dishwasher gallops.