Finis
(Can I go now?)
But Wait, There’s More!
This is what happens when two transsexuals marry and get old and boring: So we sit down to dinner. Something starts shrieking. It sounds like it’s coming from where the smoke alarm is and what else could it be? So Robyn climbs up the step stool and starts undoing things. No silence. So she takes off for the store; for a battery (which we usually have right on hand, only I have no idea what she’s going out for. anyhow, probably because I wasn’t listening.) So she’s gone and this *thing* is screaming its t**s off. I try undoing things. I try to tell the neighbors so A. They won’t worry, and B. They might know what to do.
So one neighbor (only I can’t tell Robyn who it was because I promised to not rat him out) suggests I cut the wires. So I d
