BAGMAN: “Naked! Nude! Nipples!"
Crash!! Bagman is tackled into the wall by Butler who is struggling to put duct tape on Bagman’s mouth.
BUTLER: “No! No! Nix on naming nasty nouns!”
Meanwhile, I'm changing the subject by posting whatever I can find. Aha!
NOAH NOTICES NANA
Then without warning, Bagman breaks free of Butler and posts one of his own, shouting triumphantly!
BAGMAN: "Neon's not a nasty noun!"
BUTLER: "That's NOT Neon!"
BAGMAN (Getting so worked up he forgets to use "N" words) "It is too! Those letters were neon! Or a kind of neon! You had to look really closely!"
BUTLER: "I'll bet you did look really closely, you one-track minded...NINNY!"
THIS IS NEON !!!!
AND THIS !!!
"Hey! No more nine more minutes! I need you now!!"
I'm startled. Who was that?
BUTLER (Giving me that pitying look when I'm being so naive): "That, Mark, is your lovely wife who wants you to stop playing around on the computer and help pack for your vacation trip. You need to go back to the real world now."
BAGMAN: "Don't tell me I'm not real!"
BUTLER: "Accept it, Baggie! You are real only in a sense. But Mark has to go use his actual hands to place actual underwear into actual suitcases."
So the rest of my "N" shots must wait for another time...
BAGMAN: "You lie!! Just admit that you don't have any more "N" shots!"
Getting defensive, I shout back, "I do too!"
BAGMAN: "Do not!"
MARK: "Do too!"
BAGMAN: "Yeah? Well you had to go back to 1993 for that one!"
I start to argue and find another but the actual voice from the actual mouth of my actual wife calls up, "NOW!"
So I shut down this post for now, go downstairs and pack bags, tie bycicles on the back of the car, take my camera and laptop which doesn't have Photoshop, etc., etc. Tomorrow we head out to the Outer Banks where there may or may not be time or ability to post. (And in case some of you are going Nuts trying to see what I did to my header for N-week -- sorry, but I didn't have time.)
But I did have a little time at the end of the day for a