So, I’ve been sickly and wussy with a weak flu this weekend. Cathy’s done most of the housework. Just now as I walked into the kitchen, she said to me:
Kitty: Sometimes you just can’t keep it cleaned up, you know, it’s just like syphilus.
Me: …!?
Kitty: You know. The guy with the rock.
Me: …?
Kitty: Oh yeah, Sisyphus.
I love malapropisms. I really need to dig into my archives and resurrect the transcript of Jiyan on allergy meds…
