Phoebe and Her Unicorn by Dana Simpson for July 30, 2013

Horseshoes?

Soccer? Kickball? Wrestling?

Gross.

Being as how Phoebes best friends is a unicorn, I would say that the idea of fairness went out the door a long time ago. And everyone knows that when a unicorn spits, it spits out rainbows, so nothing is really fair with a unicorn. They do everything different and with a special flair that no human can match.

They could play tennis. Marigold would just stick the racket on the end of her horn.

Phoebe: Double fault!Marigold: Unicorns do not double fault.

I suppose steroid use is out.

Just make sure you check the wind direction this time.

Hee hee hee!

War with 3 decks of cards, no cheating, chance has already determined the winner..Chess. Better player starts with a handicap.

.Golf, builds character bwa hahahahaha.Sportsmanship. Every player is pleased with whoever wins.

I like how you get a feel for how the two are becoming friends. If Marigold was friends with any one else she would never even consider a spitting contest.

She could just have a puppet which she controlled with magic to catch the ball, but limit it to human capabilities.

And Marigold is agreeing to this? Anyone ever experienced a camel spitting?

Better than a pee-for-distance contest.

That’s what /you/ think. ;) /handstand

OK, true story:

Exactly a week ago (07/23) I went into the eye clinic for the first of two (supposedly) routine cataract surgeries. For those that are familiar with general anesthesia you know the routine: don’t eat or drink after midnight the night before, etc., etc.

Alas, while I was aware of those restrictions, what none of us were aware of is that I also seem to suffer from gastroparesis. This meant that, although I hadn’t eaten in over 14 hours, my stomach was still full as I went under the anesthesia.

It, ah, didn’t remain that way.

I spent a day in ICU, then four more in the hospital. Evidently, based upon what I’ve subsequently been told, they weren’t sure I was going to make the first day.

The reason for all this? Well . . .

Day 3, my wife asked if there was anything, anything at all, she could do for me. I said yes: “Would you please bring in your laptop?” She asked me why, and I replied . . . .

“I want to see what’s been happening in “Heavenly Nostrils’.”

Not only can they play it, but they’ve been known to win against boys in RL.

@All

I’m much better . . . now. That first 36 hours wasn’t too spiffy. Couldn’t get a blood – Ox higher than 80 unless on 100% O2.

Still, I’m not well enough to attend Bronycon which, since I live in Baltimare, really stinks. On the plus side, after months of effort, I now have officially addicted my wife to Heavenly Nostrils. ::wicked grin::

While I was in the hospital, I amused myself at times picturing Phoebe and Marigold in hospital scrubs, and Todd (of course), as a candy striper.

(I might have been running a fever at some point ::grins::)