No Sugar Felt Like You
A quiet little day. There was no Muhammed when I went to the playground. Probably too early for him. But lots of sweet animals that I got to feed.
And Nina was in a good mood. When the weather isn’t too good then she likes to stay inside. So when I was done feeding the animals I sat down on the couch with her. Look, it’s a video! She’d make a good breakdancer, that kitty. She rolls around and stretches her paws out a treat.
After work I stopped off in Føtex, the supermarket in the shopping center around the corner. To see if some of my photo stuff had arrived. In addition to the christmas cards I have had some other things made. But some of them seem to have gotten lost in the mail from the digifotostore to the supermarket. Oh well. It’ll turn up I’m sure. The girl at the counter was very nice. She gave me a number I could call so I don’t have to go there in person and check every day if my stuff has arrived. The phone number was apparently her private line. “The call will go straigh to me” she said. For a second I almost imagined that was what it would be like if a girl gave you her phonenumber. For non business purposes I mean.
They have cute girls in Føtex. I have mentioned a cashier girl from there before. I have seen her a few times again lately. She’s really sweet. I know it’s her job to be nice to costumers. But she’s always really nice. And funny. Making jokes and stuff. She talks way more to me than any other cashier I have met. She must be falling in love with me and will soon be giving me her phonenumber. I have no dout.
Yes, Sigrid has competition. The females are all over me. Even when I’m coming straight from the playground and smelling slightly like wet buck. Just call me Romeo, oh Romeo.
Okay, you can stop laughing now.
December 14th, 2008 at 0:48
Danish kitties purr just the same as our kitties do. She really looks comfortable there on the couch with you.
Did I ever tell you that I find the “buck smell” rather pleasant? I don’t find it to be nasty at all.
Maybe you are sending out signals to the girls (the human girls, that is). Plume is a horny old goat! (Or he smells just like one.) hee, hee
December 14th, 2008 at 7:00
“Private number?”
“Private number?”
Very interesting…
Remember that some people do get intuned to others’ pheromones kind like a signature scent of the body. We all have it.
I mailed you a nice Christmas card so look for it in the coming days. The post office was crowded very much. And the person behind the counter kept looking at the address and saying “Denmark” at least three times. Does he not know what or is Denmark? I found it very amusing. I enclosed some postcards that a friend of mine bought at ComicCon this past July since I know you like to collect them.
December 15th, 2008 at 1:01
Debster – I think you h ave told me that yes. And I’m pretty sure I have told you the same. Or at least blogged it. As long as it’s not way too strong then I find it quite nice. Maybe one ought to make a perfume, eau de buck.
Horny old goat? I take offense to that. I’m not THAT old! Teehee.
LuisLemmings – I just wonder if goat pheromones work that well with human girls.. hmm..
Haha. Denmark, is that like Candy Island or Cloud Nine? What a crazy, fairytale country I live in
I look forward to getting the cards. You might be getting something too. Perhaps. Have you been a good boy this year?.