I like tarsiers. And the name of my perfume mix.

This one is eyeing a cricket hungrily. I bet he's singing to himself.

"Lunch lunch lunch....lunch lunch lunch....lunch lunch lunch LUNCH-AAAY!"


I picture the tarsier as a tenor, and that last "lunchay" was a beautiful vibrato high note. Hee hee hee.

Note before I start this story: where I come from, we have a word for that stink, usually from your armpits, that you get when you sweat too much...or when you forget to put on deodorant. We refer to it as "musky."

My sister (Jennifer) came to visit me tonight. We walked to Marble Slab. (It was like an epic movie crossing Assembly. The light turned green... "RUUUUN!!") Anyway, we were talking about perfume in my room. (Hey, that rhymes...)
We both got the same kind of perfume from my aunt for Christmas, and we were talking about it. I mentioned that I mixed a certain body mist with said perfume when I wore it. And of course, Jennifer immediately pounced on it.

"Miso Pretty? And you mix that with Tamarind Musk...you know what that makes it? Miso Pretty Musky." It was so silly, and a bad pun just made worse, but we must've laughed about that thing for five minutes straight. We did a lot of laughing tonight...just the way I like it.