inessential by Brent Simmons


So Sheila’s in Transylvania for a couple weeks doing some family things, and my cat Papa and I are looking at each other wondering who’s going to deal with all the things.

His stare says, hey, you’re the monkey with the brain, you’ve got the cool thumbs, you do stuff, I’m going to curl up and dream about rabbits.

Well, I think, okay.