So normally I wouldn't joke about Hell. But there's this one line in the Firefly episode called "Our Mrs. Reynolds" from Shepherd Book:
If you take sexual advantage of her, you're going to burn in a very special level of hell. A level they reserve for child molesters and people who talk at the theater.
Now I'm most definitely not a child molester. And I try really hard not to talk at theaters.
But!
I do so enjoy turning on the vacuum that we strategically placed in the kitchen this weekend whenever the cats go near it (it's left with the power on, but we have it plugged into a power strip near the futon so we can flip the switch on an as needed basis).
And then laugh as the zoom away as fast as they can.
Is there a special Hell for that? Or for being an evil cat mommy?
I mean it's the most effective way we've come up with to keep the kitties out of the kitchen. And if it keeps them from burning their feet as they walk across the stove top do I get an exemption?
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