2004-09-24

* * * I charged my cell phone yesterday, and when it was done charging I turned it on, to find that I had a voicemail message. I dialed in to listen to it. It was a long, rambling message left by a man who sounded, I don’t know, Indian? Maybe? But I could only understand about every third word the man said. I heard “tow truck driver”, I heard “sister”, I heard “Leroy’s” and I heard “call me back or” and a phone number. Now, I’m pretty sure that it’s a wrong number, because the guy was calling from the “404” area code, which is the Atlanta area. I’m 99.999% sure there’s no reason for a strange man to call and leave a message about my car or Leroy’s car or my sister or a tow truck. Another person might call the number the guy left to let him know he’d called the wrong number, but NOT ME, nosirree. You think I want to try to talk to the guy when I can’t understand what the hell he’s saying? Talking to someone I can’t understand always stresses me out, because I feel like such an idiot for not understanding. I can’t help it! It’s my stupid, ignorant, self-centered American ears that cannot understand the words coming out of your mouf!

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I woke this morning to the sound of Fred standing in the closet laughing. Before I could ask what the hell he was laughing about, he walked across the room, into the bathroom, laughing the entire way. I finally got up and went into the bathroom. “I just thought of the most awesome children’s book title ever!” he announced before I could even ask what he was laughing about. “What?” “The Mysterious Mr. Boogers.” Now, that right there is some funny shit. I started laughing and although I went back to bed, every time I woke up for a few seconds I’d think of The Mysterious Mr. Boogers and laugh some more. We disagree what the plot of the book would be about, though. Fred thinks the mysterious Mr. Boogers would be a cat who would appear out of nowhere to comfort children when they were frightened. I, on the other hand, think the mysterious Mr. Boogers should, first of all, wear a cape. And he’d show up out of nowhere to solve crimes. Kind of like Sherlock Holmes. Spanky could be his dimwitted sidekick! Or, for that matter, Miz Poo could be his cranky and sassy sidekick. The possibilities are endless!
So very mysterious, that Mr. Boogers.
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I fail to see how this could possibly be comfortable.
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15 thoughts on “2004-09-24”

  1. Actually, I thought the Mysterious Mr. Boogers would appear to be a companion to a single child who had parents that were divorcing. Mysterious because he appeared from time to time.
    Not nearly as funny as Robyn’s. 🙂

  2. That is an awesome title!! So, when ya guys gonna write it? 🙂 *winkwink*
    Also, I know this wasn’t in today’s entry but I feel your pain when it comes to not being able to fastforward live t.v. I find myself so often hitting that fast forward button or when I’m sick of commecials, I’ll hit the “live” button hoping that I’m just like accidentally behind and my show has restarted already. DVR has spoiled me that’s for sure!

  3. So, has Fred finally given you a reprive from typing out “Mister Boogers” vs. “Mr. Boogers”?
    BTW, my b-day is tomorrow… Can I get some props, too? 🙂

  5. Christine – No, I’ll probably go back to “Meester”; we just thought “Mr.” looked better in the context of a children’s book title.
    And HAPPY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!! 🙂

  8. I couldn’t help but laugh when you mentioned the tow truck and Indian speaking guy. I kept envisioning that skit from MadTV where the Persian Tow truck man takes his poor “victims” hostage with his strange English and whacked out conversations.
    Let us hope that somewhere in Atlanta, there is not a poor young girl waiting for her sister to rescue her from the crazy foreign tow truck guy named Leroy~!!!!!!!

  9. Hi Robyn,
    I was looking at your giveaway page, and there are new items shown, but the deadline date says Wed. Sept. 20?? Please clarify.
    Thanks 🙂

  10. …and this mysterious Mr.Boogers would have narcoplexy,which is why he yawns so much !
    Heh,the topper to that entry is the pic of Stumpy looking EVER so mysterious. WHAT is he thinking? What mysterious thing will he do next??

  11. Poor Spanky. He’s so beautiful, he just hasn’t had to ever really work on his intellect. 🙂
    Cheryle, official member of the “Spanky For President” club

  13. I used to get phone calls for a TV production company when we lived in Victoria and my theory was that they were left a number without the area code and they meant to call (604) instead of (250)- there are only two area codes in BC- one for Vancouver and one for everybody else. I tried to call back if they left a message that was intelligible and sounded deadline related but I gave up after a while because it was just too much hassle to get through the various gatekeepers to explain that I was calling to tell them they left a message at the wrong number. Showbiz people all seem to think everybody’s a stalker, even if they’re just idiot production assistants who can’t get an area code right. Dumbasses.

  14. I think the Mysterious Mister Boogers should be patterned after Hawk on the old “Spencer for Hire” TV show!

  15. “Three bags of priceless cat food are missing from the home of millionaire heiress and her precious kitty FooFoo. This sounds like a case for…
    MR. BOOGERS!
    and grumpy sidekick, Miz Poo.”

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