?

Log in

No account? Create an account

Minion of the Universe

Previous Entry Share
02:29 pm: I Has a Sweet Potato
You know, a lot of times I write up random posts and then don't post them. But Best Beloved just called me, and I could not really explain why I was inarticulate about sweet potatoes, so I said I'd go ahead and post this. That way, she can read it at work and know just what kind of day it has been. (Short version, for those who do not feel like reading the whole post: ARRRRRRG. Fucking sweet potatoes.)

The longer version, summarized in conversation form:

Dog: I am starving.
Me: Actually, no. You aren't starving. You get two very good meals a day. And treats. And Best Beloved fed you extra food while I was gone.
Dog: STARVING.
Me: I saw you get fed not four hours ago! You are not starving.
Dog: Pity me, a sad and tragic creature, for I can barely walk, I am so starving. WOE.
Me: I am now ignoring you.
Dog: STARVING.
Dog: Did you hear me? I am starving.
Dog: Are you seriously ignoring me? Fine.

[There is a pause, during which the dog exits the room in a pointed manner.]

[From the kitchen, there comes a noise like someone is eating a baseball bat.]

Me, yelling: What the hell are you doing?
Me: *makes haste for the kitchen and finds dog there*
Dog: *picks up entire raw sweet potato, which is what was causing the baseball bat noise, and flees for the bedroom*
Me: *chases dog, retrieves most of sweet potato, less the portion which has disappeared into dog's gullet*
Dog: See? STARVING.
Me: ...That can't be good for you. It's a RAW SWEET POTATO.
Dog: I had to do it. I haven't been fed. Ever.
Me: You realize you aren't normal. Normal dogs don't steal raw sweet potatoes.
Dog, sadly: I was badly brought up.
Me: Yes. Yes, you were.
Dog: By people who starved me.
Me: Oh, no. I am not doing this again.
Me: *exits the room, bearing sweet potato*

[There is a pause.]

[There is a noise like someone is trying to eat a baseball bat very very quietly.]

Me: Oh, for the love of GOD.
Me: *heads off to the kitchen*
Dog: I am not eating a raw sweet potato.
Me: You have sweet potato parts all over your snout.
Dog: But you don't actually SEE a raw sweet potato, do you? So maybe that's just - um. A birthmark.
Me: Did you seriously eat a whole sweet potato?
Dog: You don't listen. I told you, I wasn't eating a sweet potato.
Me, searching around fruitlessly: Look. NO MORE SWEET POTATOES.
Me: Oh, what am I saying? This is you we're talking about, here. *goes to hide all the sweet potatoes that are left - which isn't many - in the fridge, because some people cannot be trusted*
Dog: *attempts to look thwarted*
Dog: *does not succeed, because her tail is wagging so hard small cyclones are forming in the kitchen*
Me: *has a very bad feeling about this*

[There is a pause, during which I do not even bother trying to return to what I was doing. I just stand in the computer room, waiting.]

[There is, as I wholly expected, a baseball-bat-eating noise.]

Me, stomping back to the kitchen: OKAY. GIVE ME THE DAMNED SWEET POTATO.
Dog, looking up guiltily: What sweet potato?
Me: THE ONE IN YOUR MOUTH.
Dog: Oh, did you want this? I just, um. Found it. Lying here.
Me: *confiscates the sweet potato and deposits it in the locking trashcan*
Me: Let us say no more about this.
Dog: ...Nooooo! They be stealin' my sweet potato!

[I attempt to remember what I was doing before the sweet potato episode.]

[Some ten minutes later, I succeed, and return to it.]

[NOT ONE MINUTE LATER, I hear a noise with which I have become all too familiar.]

Me, bonking head on desk: Arg.
Me, arriving in kitchen: How did you even get another sweet potato?
Dog, smugly: I have my ways.
Me: Are you punishing me for being away for several days? I was at a FUNERAL, you know. It wasn't FUN.
Dog: How would I know? You didn't take me. You left me here with only one human to look after my needs. One human is NOT ENOUGH.
Me: *shuts dog in bedroom, conducts a sweep of the kitchen to track down all remaining sweet potatoes, wipes up random sweet potato particles from floor, eradicates all traces of sweet potato from house*
Me: *lets dog out*
Dog, sulkily: Oh, so you think you've won.

[I watch her go about her business with the same sense of overwhelming doom that heroines of Victorian novels get when they meet Count Sinistrus Grimblack for the first time.]

[Half an hour later, there is a wetter, juicier eating noise, as though someone was eating a very moist baseball bat.]

Me, wearily: What NOW?
Dog, hunched over the remains of a butternut squash: *says something garbled because her mouth is full*
Me: Okay. Fine.
Me: *stomps over, empties entire vegetable bowl into trash*
Me: WE JUST WON'T HAVE ANY ROOT VEGETABLES ANYMORE. THERE. ARE YOU HAPPY?
Dog: I'm not even remotely sorry. I told you I was hungry. And you went to a funeral without me.
Me: ARRRRRRRRG.

[A half-hour later, there is another baseball-bat-eating noise from the kitchen. The dog, who apparently does not know how to win gracefully, has found another sweet potato, or possibly caused one to materialize from the Rift.]

Me, hauling chewed sweet potato parts from the mouth of a dog very reluctant to part with them: Oh my god how is this my life?
Dog: Don't you think it would just be easier to feed me?
Me: EVERYONE GO TO THE BEDROOM AND STAY THERE. EAT NOTHING.
Dog: Actually, I feel...um...not so good.
Dog: *throws up* *vomit is very bright orange*

[Unfortunate details ensue.]

Some time later:
Me, attempting to rescue something from the wreckage: So. What have we learned from this?
Dog: Sweet potatoes are yummy!
Other Dog, looking thoughtful: I should pay more attention to crunching noises. Sweet potatoes are probably yummy.
Me: I need a lobotomy.

And that, Best Beloved - and anyone else who made it through that - is What Kind of Day It Has Been.

FUCKING SWEET POTATOES. ARG.

[ETA 6/22/2007: Hi! I can't reply to comments on this entry any more; I'm reading them all, and loving them, but responding is beyond me. So:

If you'd like to link people here, feel free.

If you'd like to leave a comment, please do. They make me happy.

If you'd like to repost or use this elsewhere, please don't; I'd prefer you to link. And no commercial use of my work without my permission, please.

If you see this reposted or used elsewhere, I'd very much appreciate a comment or email - thefourthvine at livejournal dot com - to let me know where.

Thank you for reading!

...And, yes, she has had more sweet potato; I gave it to her when the comments on this hit the tenth page. I figured she'd earned it.]

Comments

Page 49 of 53
<<[1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] [12] [13] [14] [15] [16] [17] [18] [19] [20] [21] [22] [23] [24] [25] [26] [27] [28] [29] [30] [31] [32] [33] [34] [35] [36] [37] [38] [39] [40] [41] [42] [43] [44] [45] [46] [47] [48] [49] [50] [51] [52] [53] >>
[User Picture]
From:jennifleur
Date:October 19th, 2010 03:06 am (UTC)
(Link)
Best post I've read in a long time... LMAO!
From:(Anonymous)
Date:November 19th, 2010 03:02 pm (UTC)

Hilarious

(Link)
I laughing so hard that I had to stop in the middle and find a tissue for the tears that were pouring out my eyes. Hilarious. Thank you for sharing this moment.
From:(Anonymous)
Date:November 23rd, 2010 08:55 am (UTC)

Air Force Ones

(Link)
Walking in the desert, people badly need sweet spring water. Struggling in adversity, people eagerly want to have true friendship. http://www.airforceones.cc/
From:(Anonymous)
Date:November 28th, 2010 05:27 am (UTC)

Awesome

(Link)
I laughed so hard I cried. This, for me, is right up there with "Dogs in Elk".

My favorite part?
Me: WE JUST WON'T HAVE ANY ROOT VEGETABLES ANYMORE. THERE. ARE YOU HAPPY?
Dog: I'm not even remotely sorry. I told you I was hungry. And you went to a funeral without me.

So freaking awesome, LOL
From:mini_pineapple
Date:November 29th, 2010 10:36 am (UTC)
(Link)
Oh, God. *cracking up so hard* Actually this reminds me of my dog, except that she didn't eat sweet potatoes (as both my father and I turn funny colours and swell up terribly if they are waved in our general direction) but rather regular potatoes.

For close to fourteen years. Until we finally started storing them in a locked box on the top shelf of the pantry.
[User Picture]
From:elezbed
Date:December 8th, 2010 07:37 pm (UTC)
(Link)
okkkkkkkk... Good luck! It make me remember of my cat, the epic ham thief ^^!
From:elnrcf
Date:December 16th, 2010 03:36 am (UTC)
(Link)
I have this post bookmarked and re-read it once or twice a year. It still makes me laugh out loud.

Plus, just for the record, the earthling is the most adorable baby there has ever been. Well, okay, to be completely honest, the third most adorable, since I have 2 children of my own...

- Mother of elnrcf.
[User Picture]
From:spike21
Date:December 25th, 2010 06:47 am (UTC)
(Link)
Man I read this post pretty much every christmas and it NEVER STOPS BEING FUNNY. Especially since we got our lab, Dexter. Dexter will soon be appearing on Intervention for his biscuit and sock addictions. Happy holiday to you!
From:(Anonymous)
Date:December 31st, 2010 09:00 pm (UTC)

sweet potatoes

(Link)
This is one of the funniest (and most true) things I have ever read. I lost my sweet Weimaraner in February, and I can just "hear" him saying those things. (He loved veggies). Thanks for making my day.
From:(Anonymous)
Date:January 4th, 2011 04:24 am (UTC)

this never gets old

(Link)
i am still telling people about it and linking to it. it is the very definition of an internet classic.

thanks for all the laughs!
From:(Anonymous)
Date:January 9th, 2011 10:02 pm (UTC)

клуб знакомств в саратове

(Link)
http://vkontakte.ru/id118348798
интим знакомства ижевск
schura znakomstva narod ru
виртуальный секс эротические истории (http://vkontakte.ru/id118378696)
[url=http://vkontakte.ru/id118368482]интим знакомства нижний тагил[/url]
From:(Anonymous)
Date:January 12th, 2011 05:51 am (UTC)

Great info

(Link)
Great content. Keep posting that way.

Julia Smith
escort independiente mexico (http://mexicoescorts.biz/)
[User Picture]
From:_wolfling_
Date:January 14th, 2011 03:16 am (UTC)
(Link)
I linked my sick, unhappy exgirl to this and it brought her enormous joy. I've commented before but my god I still scream in laughter.
Powered by LiveJournal.com