Nov. 21st, 2002

atotalblamblam: (starbiter)
"Licking the thermometer is not a good idea-"

I looked up at Buck, grimacing. "Why the heck not?"

"Well, becausin it screws with the temperature. You can't get a right reading from a thermometer it's been licked."

"Whatever you say." I went over and laid back on the daveno. It was getting pretty old I guessed, because my ass sank right down in between the two cushions and the whole thing creaked like a dragon inside if I so much as twitched. I closed my eyes and bounced a little. "The daveno's gettin old."

"Yep," Buck called from the open door of the bathroom. I rolled my head to look at him. "Damn thing's been kicked around from generation to the next. I don't even care to know how many's fucked on the bastard. Where's that gold and orange bowl? Ted? That one I got in Bencham?"

I sighed. "Oh, it might be down in the cellar in the cupboard nearby the stairs as you go down. Or I think one of the storage boxes by the hot water heater. I know it's downstairs at least." Boots clomped down the stairs. I heard various things being rummaged through.

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