Early in the week I took a little road trip
to see my pal Jayme aka the coopkeeper.
My plan... do a bit of thrifting,
help on a re-do of her guest room,
and flop on her couch with coffee
getting our gab on.
Her plan...work me like a rented mule.
We thrifted. Oh baby, we hit the jackpot.
We did some couch sitting too.
We had some "Downton" time.
However at one point things went a bit awry for me.
We were all seated up at the kitchen island and
Jayme was serving me fresh dates.
I cannot get such fancy fruit here in the 'ville
so I was really happy to get to experience them.
We were enjoying ourselves when we detect smoke.
Jayme: What's Glen doing in the basement to cause all the smoke?"
At that moment I start to wheeze.
Then, I freak in my mind.
It is coming from me!
I am spontaneously combusting!
Oh dear Lord, I thought that was a myth and
now here I am burning up in my cohort's kitchen!
I look at Jayme for support.
She's in flat out hysterics.
The doubled over cackling pose.
I jump up and run to the bathroom
to check my mouth that she's pointing at
while laughing her arse off.
My tongue and teeth are black.
Apparently, I had chosen a date with a mold situation.
Oh how very hospitable of her to share it.
I hacked and snotted, took an antihistimine
and was able to continue the visit.
Now though, I gotta run...
I have an appoinment with
a personal injury attorney in 15.
I'll own that coop.