Got Your Quasi-Mojo

(Saturday morning and I am taking a break between loads of laundry while the roommate washes dishes. Our kitchen window overlooks the backyard. It should also be noted that the roommate is a huge Disney fan, whereas I am less so.)

Roommate: “Doggone it.”

Me: “What’s wrong?”

Roommate: “That squirrel is back on the bird feeder. Hey! Beat it! Go away! …which does not mean help yourself to more seed, you greedy little jerk. Don’t make me come out there!”

Me: “I don’t think that’s going to work.”

Roommate: “Don’t make me send [My Name] out there! Aaand he’s gone.”

Me: “Seriously?”

Roommate: “Yup. You are the anti-Disney princess. Woodland creatures flee in terror at the sound of your name!”

Me: “Life goal, accomplished.”