I have heard the humans speak of this oblong breakfast as a kola… Kola… Kolachamathingy. I think they usually contain oozy fruit, though this one seems to be full of cheese and… something else. ??? Some unfortunate animal, evidently.
Kolache, kolace, kolacky*….Whatever. I’m not sure I want to eat a food I cannot spell.
* Not to be confused with kolaczki, which are something else entirely. Stupid Midgardian food.
I’ve heard the human female say she really hates it when things drop between the counter and the cooling box in the kitchen. And we all know she never moves the box to clean down there. No, things that fall into this space just gather dust and dry up. Sometimes they smell funny. I think I will leave her a little something.
Let n = the number of copy sets you need to staple.
Number of staples in your stapler? That’s easy: n – 1.
The human female is notoriously clumsy and accident-prone. Here she is with yet another minor injury. No doubt she will meech and moan about this for days. Such a fuss over such a tiny amount of blood! Be quiet and go get yourself a bandage.
These bandages are guaranteed sterile "unless the package is opened or damaged." Oh, my. Will you look at that. They all appear to have been opened. Looks like you will be dying of sepsis.
Recent rains have brought out the copper lilies. They just pop right up overnight! Sigyn, of course, has dragged me out to play with them.
I managed to make it to the top of one, but then I missed a hand-hold and fell off.
Since your visit to the dentist, you’ve been even more vigilant about your tooth brushing. Commendable, I’m sure.
Don’t be grossed out because there’s a hair on your toothbrush. It is, after all, your own long, silver hair.
No, be grossed out because I pulled that hair out of the drain.
The hygienist has let me peek in the human female’s mouth. Urrrr. What a maloccluded mess.
I may have nightmares.
Oh, no! Sigyn has fallen into the sink!
Quick, I need a rope! Is there any of that wretched floss left?
I am having a spot of difficulty with the dental floss…
Sigyn and I have accompanied the human female on her visit to the dentist.
The waiting room features some intriguing puzzles.
Look–I have all the balls in the hoops! What do I win?
The exam room is full of implements of torture. I approve!
Sigyn is checking her own lovely smile in the little mirror.