Tuesday, July 24, 2007

To A Lax Methodist

LOL, reminds me of my favorite poem, "The Passionate Shepherd to His Love" by Marlowe. But anyway, LM is insistent that he can only get to Level 2 of Dante's Inferno Test. But I say he can get much further.

What could be more evil than causing me to lose sleep? Normally, I sleep like the dead. But the other night, I woke and couldn't go back to sleep because of certain things the LM told me. This has caused me to take a long, hard, serious look at my over-leveraged life. It wasn't fun.

I haven't balanced my checkbook in forever.........

Thanks, LM! You're a real pal!


Anonymous said...

Wait! Wait! Wait!

First, some basic geometry. To get further than level 2 means I can't aspire to say, level 8, or level 1. I need some direction.

Second, I've failed. Because of, shall we say, a certain felony matter that's occupied my time, I've failed to appropriately entertain you. Mea Cupid.

Third. Just third. I always liked the number three. There is no third, but it's a cool number.

Fourth. Red toenails. Freud, what does that mean?

BostonMaggie said...

First, try a map.

Second, you are correct.

Third, I thought 7 was the favorite number.

Fourth, it means that OPI's "I'm Not Really A Waitress" looks fabulous on me.

As they say....sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.

Anonymous said...

Hey waitaminite!

I just realized. That poem you referenced. It's written by a shepard, about, I fear, his sheep:

Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

Whoa. Creepy. baaaaaaad maggie.

BostonMaggie said...

This is how you plan to get *out* of trouble? By accusing me of beastiality? You really need that map, baby!