BAGMAN: "Rearranging! You sound like some geek from Good Housekeeping! Why don't you tell the truth sometimes! Karen was on your ass about all the junk in the desk so you just moved it all to the empty bureau in your studio! Same pile of junk, different place!"
BUTLER: "But he did throw out a couple of dead batteries."
In any case, while I was cleaning out and rearranging the stuff, I ran across some things of Karen's in there.
BAGMAN: "So now, at least, the pile of junk in your bureau is at least all your junk!"
Karen has every scribble Brian ever made from Kindergarten on up. Every Valentine's card I ever gave her. And I remembered immediately when I saw this tucked in a drawer --
The Tooth Fairy's safety deposit box.
It seems a bit gruesome somehow.
But who am I to judge what people collect. So this morning, after my morning libations...
BAGMAN: "What kind of a jerk uses words like 'libations'?"
BUTLER: "In this case, Mark, old friend, Bagman is right but for a different reason. The definition of "libations" is the ritual use of a beverage, particularly an intoxicating beverage, usually as a sacrifice. It has nothing to do with shaving and showering.
Does coffee drinking count?
Anyway, after shaving and showering and, trying to remember what word I meant to use, I gathered my fingernail clippings and asked Karen if she had a place she was keeping them.
"The trashcan," she answered without missing a beat.