Musings from the Pod VI: 10 Minutes

“Alas, poor mackerel in a can. I knew it, Ziva, a fish of infinite taste, of most excellent cuisine. It hath borne me on my lips several times, and now, how cherished in my imagination it is! I want to gorge upon it!” “Gibbs, what are you doing?” “I’m filling in for mom, writing for her blog. What do you think?” “No.” “No? I thought I was giving everyone a bit of cat culture.” “By bastardizing Shakespeare?” “How did youRead more

SoCS: Three-Letter Chain

Cat. Cat may catch the rat Rat must hate fox Fox has black sox Sox is a baseball mob Mob is not coy Coy is not Gibbs cat Cat is fun Fun like bubble gum Gum sticks to all All in! is the gambler’s cry Cry me a river bed Bed is where I lay Lay is Frito bag Bag holds the nom Nom is like a scrambled egg Egg comes from the hen Hen house is target of foxRead more

Looking Up

Natasha came into my bedroom on Saturday morning, while I was getting ready to meet a friend for breakfast. We started talking about the heat outside and the A/C inside and then Natasha looked up and saw something crawling across the ceiling. She thought it a spider, but it wasn’t, and never mind about that. Ziva was laying on the bed, per standard, and Natasha said to her… “Why aren’t you looking up?” The admonishment continued… “You should be lookingRead more

SOCs: Staring at the Ceiling

I am laying in my bed, staring at the ceiling. Trying not to fall asleep. I woke up Friday morning at 4 a.m. due to the usual bladder issues and couldn’t get back to sleep. It was frustrating, especially since Gibbs didn’t bother me for food until my alarm went off at 5:05. Now I am home, contemplating the SOCs prompt while I am prone. As I stare at the off-white, interior upper limits, I am reminded of how IRead more

Weathering a Cold

The weather on Friday was nice To the outdoors it would surely entice But as I lay in bed With a cold in my head An open patio door would have to suffice “Who gave me this cold?” I cried As germs gave immunity a ride Whether Kleenex is flung or I cough up a lung Mucinex is swallowed with a deep sigh I had hoped the week wouldn’t end this way When a sore throat made itself known onRead more

Hey Baby…

  Human:  Gibbs! Get off of Ziva! Gibbs:  Hey baby, what happens in the kitty bed, stays in the kitty bed. Human: *rolls eyes, walks away in disgust* For other versions of “On Top” click here. PS: It’s been a fast and furious week. I hope to be back with somewhat intelligent, humorous content soon. In the meantime, Happy Easter to those who celebrate and Happy Weekend to the rest.Read more