(This is a guest post by Mabel.)
It’s hard being a mom.
My mom cleans up Rose’s pee, Henry’s diarrhea, and Hazel’s waste every day. I clean up Spike’s abnormally ENORMOUS amount of poo every day. I think we’re finally even.
Spike is behind me right now, sleeping. He looks like a sea urchin cross-bred with a chocolate vanilla swirl brownie. Awww, how cute! Don’t you want a sea urchin cross-bred with a chocolate vanilla swirl brownie? No? Yeah right.You’re just jealous.
I put Spike on the keyboard today to see if he could spell. He can’t. But he did write a crypt tick (Ha ha ha) message. Okay, decoders, what does this mean? Ready? READY?!? I thought so. Okay. Here. Goes. Everything.
That is like, epic. I’ve never actually seen a secret animal language before. I know some fairy/magical power/animal loving friends who would die to see this. What does it mean?
My Mother (the z) went to space (the 9 spaces between the 5 and z) when she was 5? ( the 5) No.
In 59 years (the 5 plus the 9 spaces) the zombie (the z) apocalypse (I spelled that without the computer’s help) will start?
I actually do love you Mabel and when I hiss at you it’s really my secret invisible evil twin brother? Even though I only have two sisters? (That has nothing to do with the message. But hopefully this is what it means.)
Here’s the contest:
Whoever comes up with the funniest decoded message (And it has to actually be somehow related to 5 z) and whoever comes up with the most realistic decoded message wins. Two winners. One invisible toaster. Who will win?*
*I think I just made no sense. I am soooo epic.
Spike just woke up. Sigh. I’ll get the poop towels.