Cal.E.'s Korner

The bologgers who say MIC!

d.: Hello, and welcome to the bloggers who now say MIC!! (ring) Excuse me, it’s my partner, Cal.E.

“Hello, Cal.E., how are you today?”

C.: I’m fine as a feline frog hair!

d.: A what now?

C.: Never mind. I thought you said that we weren’t going to change the name of MY blog.

d.: I was just trying something out.

C.: Okay, well, I suppose that’s okay. The blog is named after me, but you’re the chief writer and the person who manages the web page. Speaking of which, were you able to change the name of the web page?

d.: I was. That’s why I was trying out saying, “The bloggers who say MIC! The name of the web page is now the McGruder Mysteries, not the Magruder Mysteries.

C., I see, I suppose that means little Sammy

woke up from his nap and fixed your problem for you?

d.: He did.

C.: How long did that take him?

d.: About two minutes. He just Googled it and fixed the name of the web page. I didn’t even have time to finish my milk and cookies that his mom put out for me...

C.: That might have been a good thing. Do you remember when you ate some nuts, and I had to call 911 for you?

d.: Yes, but milk doesn't do that to me, only nuts, corn, and, of course, corn nuts. Sammy wanted to go out and play with his friends, so I brought home the milk and cookies  Sammie’s mom gave me to eat. I’m eating them now for my dinner.

C.,: No, d.c., don’t!!! Almost all Caucasian men are lactose intolerant by the time they turn fifty…

d.: Uh oh.

C.: That’s all the time we have for today, folks, so that's the endo of our blog post.

We have an emergency, that that’s the end of this cat ta(i)e. Please join us next time for another edition of Cal.E.’s Korner.

(Now, what was the number for 911? I should have written it down the last time I was talking to someone on the phone, and he had an allergic reaction…