Tuesday, February 17, 2009

So I can't find my corn zipper

I was going to take a picture of my corn zipper and put it up for those of you who don't have weird unused kitchen gadgets.  

It.is.missing.

Do you think this means my neighbor is a spy instead of a terrorist?  

Holy nibblets! Is he a terrorist spy?

Big E, do you think the H/A militia is closing in on me?

I am going to go set the alarm and sit on the couch with a bag of tootsie rolls now.  I want to show good faith when they come to get me...
Posted by Jen at 4:12 PM

3 comments:

  1. AnonymousFeb 17, 2009, 11:32:00 PM

    If this is true, it is even worse than I thought.

    It is likely your neighbor is somehow under the influence of the H/A abomination. Perhaps he is being coerced. Have you seen the rest of his family in the recent past? This could be a hostage situation.

    Forget the corn zipper. I recommend the versatility of the beloved egg beater. It is also possible to achieve great things with a potato peeler.

    Desperate times call for desperate measures...


    PS - John has a long mustache... The chair is against the wall...

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  2. AnonymousFeb 18, 2009, 7:33:00 AM

    I took the damned corn zipper...you know, for all my cooking. I love zipped corn. It's actually my new specialty. I'll return the zipper at once though, I didn't realize it was your weapon. My corn can wait; my boys must be protected...

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  3. JenFeb 18, 2009, 4:41:00 PM

    Big E,
    The cat's in the cradle with the bronze fork... John has a soul patch...

    Tif,
    Keep the zipper, I am studying the ancient art of zesting now.

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