Thursday, February 26, 2009

My Liege

I met Fec "The Terrible" today at "the wife's" store. Having gotten good news after a bit of a (health) scare earlier in the week, I had decided to decompress by doing my small part to stimulate the GSO economy. The VISA card is smokin'.

As is appropriate to my station, I bowed before and after hugging milord's neck.

We briefly chatted about the pottery wars. He was then shooed away by his Queen - as there was NO WAY I was going to try on a bathing suit while he was in the store.

I could not appreciate a stench. Of course my sense of smell is fried from inhaling paint fumes (the subject of another post to come) all week.

I like his smile. And there is a big-fat-world of mischief behind those impish eyes;)

2 comments:

Brenda Bowers said...

I would very much like to meet Mr. Stench!

I always address new contacts formally ans so the Mr. Stench. He begged me to make it Fec as he was being kidded about the Mr. Stench. LOL BB

Fecund Stench said...

Indeed, it was a pleasure to finally meet you. And now you know why I stay out of the store.