Existential.

[mrissa]

Some mornings, one looks around and thinks, What is the potato masher doing here?

And one has really no idea.

And then one thinks, Had I better check on the potatoes, then?

And then for some reason one thinks it's best not.

Unsettling, though.

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[mrissa.livejournal.com]

And the collaborator potatoes will be the first up against the wall?

[stillnotbored.livejournal.com]

When that happens in this household, one questions the cats.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

You know, this is like when I got that letter from my aunt in the Up North that began, "Dear Marissa, Today I was chased by a bear." And I went to my friend from the Up North, and I said, "Is this a normal thing up there?" And she said, "Oh, no. No." And I said, "Good." And she said, "When it used to happen to my Girl Scout troop, what we'd do was...." And I said, "No! Things for which your Girl Scout troop has a standard protocol established are far too close to normal from here!"

I'm just sayin'.

[songwind.livejournal.com]

Potato mashers. Never turn your back on 'em. They can become violent when they're only wounded.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

And no wonder it's wounded; we haven't mashed potatoes with it all winter. I'd be a bit piqued as well.

[bettybaker.livejournal.com]

You've hurt it's ego, then. If I were you, I'd take steps to assure the potato masher of your devotion. A potato masher scorned? Hell hath no fury to match.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Ahh, but then we have to deal with the jealousy of the potato ricer, the envy of the mango corer, and the hurt confusion of the rosette irons.

I expect the egg timer is pretty phlegmatic, though, so that's a relief.

[bettybaker.livejournal.com]

Oh, so your procedure with the potato masher is possibly precedent-setting, then? It's good to have your policy with kitchen implements properly established. Otherwise they just come unhinged and all tangled up in confusion.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

It's as though your penetrating gaze has seen through to my soul kitchen drawer already....

[jmeadows.livejournal.com]

Did you leave it where it was?

Obviously it wanted to be there...

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

No, I put it where it belongs. Everyone should have a place where they really, truly belong....

[jmeadows.livejournal.com]

Well, that's thoughtful of you.

Hm. One of my friend's butter and eggs went missing this morning. Perhaps they were on the way to meet with your potato masher?

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

I am sorry to be responsible for your friend's butter and eggs missing their date. Nobody likes to get stood up, but it's particularly humiliating from a potato masher, I should think.

[jmeadows.livejournal.com]

I think my friend will understand, and the butter and eggs were probably just trying to escape, anyway. They were to be used in a wedding cake.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

That is a great deal glamorous than hanging out with my potato masher, I do assure you.