Pick Your Post

I couldn't think of anything to blog about today, but Luxuli commented on my lack of post, so I decided to do a sort of "Mad Libs" post, only multiple choice instead of fill in the blanks:

Today/yesterday/three weeks from Thursday Famous Hat was sailing a yacht/watering the garden/getting chewed out by her boss when suddenly Tiffy/her boss/the Loch Ness Monster started to sing karaoke/play the balalaika/explode in slo-mo.  Famous Hat said, "Holy buckets!/[something unrepeatable]/where's MY microphone?" as the player piano/bougainvillea/stolen safe full of styrofoam coffee cups, right in front of her very eyes, turned chartreuse/drank chartreuse/joined the Carthusian order.  This was in the supply closet/New Orleans/the chemistry lab.  When Famous Hat told Hardingfele/her boss/her imaginary friend about it, the reply she got was, "Is that even physically possible?/Quit making excuses!/Geaux Saints!" But all Famous Hat had really wanted was a million dollars/the world's coolest rosary/someone to care.  So she went home/off the rails/to the Basque country and hung out with her bunnies/nuns/Irish terrorists.

Famous Hat