Before we leave the house: MD: Where’s my lip stuff. Oh, it’s in another pocket, that’s why I didn’t find it. TL: Oh! It’s in another dimension, that’s why I didn’t find it. At Espresso Royale in St. Paul: MD slops her coffee on the table. MD: Weren’t me. TL: Actually it was my dear [...]
[at home] TL: Did I NEED to steal an attack walrus in order to win my freedom from that government research facility? No. But at some point we all must choose between what is right… and what is awesome. (This quote belongs to Rock Paper Cynic, rockpapercynic.com) RM: Hm. MD: Why didn’t you just steal [...]
The Night Hens: the Mall Diva (plus the “half-baked cupcake” but no Moose), Tiger Lilly and Reverend Mother (plus special guest, the Night Writer (the Rooster), heading to breakfast along with RM’s new Macbook with webcam. RM: I have a bone to pick with you, Mall Diva. When you come in you just leave your [...]
by the Night Hens I hope you all remember a couple months ago when we did a Night Hens about Kevin. Here’s part 2: Kevin Revisited The sequel to Regarding Kevin. RM: (referring to the cold coffee) This is good, but I don’t find it quite as satisfying as the hot coffee. TL: I hope [...]
A special Night Hens breakfast: the last outing before the Mall Diva is married. The Hens are at Keys in downtown St. Paul with special guest, the Rooster! MD: (recounting her last visit to the chiropractor) Dr. Gina went on maternity leave on Tuesday and had her baby Wednesday morning at 4 a.m. Now there’s [...]
The Night Hens at The Black Sheep Coffee Shop. This was transcribed from a series of phone videos. MD: I’m going to name my son Pandora, so I can always talk about Pandora’s Boxers. TL: You’re terrible!!! RM: What if he wants to wear… briefs? MD: I won’t allow it. RM: What about……. … … [...]
by the Night Hens Regarding Kevin RM’s friend from the blog Zumbro Falls Impressionist is with us today. RM: We need to start being funny pretty quick here. MD: I think we used up all our funny last night RM: That’s inappropriate funny for the blog. ZFI: How would you define what is appropriate for [...]
The Night Chicks, without the mother hen, but with special guest, the top rooster! At The Copper Dome on Randolf and Hamline: NW: Brrr. I wish I had worn my fleecy vest MD: I know, it’s cold. TL: Really? I’m hot. NW: Just slurp away at the hot coffee…ahh, the mug feels good in my [...]
The Nighthens attempt to bailout the Nightwriter who is defaulting on blogging for more serious pursuits. Before leaving the house for coffee: MD: Mom, are you drinking coffee? RM: Yes, I have some coffee on Friday before we leave. MD: Then you have another cup later? RM: I regularly have two cups of coffee in [...]
by the Night Hens So the Hens are in Minneapolis this morning, sitting on the patio outside Panera Bread. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and the vehicles are LOUD, pretty much drowning out the birds who hop around us excitedly and expentantly. If you feed them, they will come. In flocks. It’s [...]
