fens' housekeeper said, i always say hi to the little monster. then she closes the door to his wave room til i arrive. then we get down on the floor and love him up and she says he really is a cute little monster. and i say he's a only a little monster of love. and as we leave she says in the news she read that people will soon be able to marry their dog, or cat, or even themselves (i guess she means self-clones). and i say i'd marry my golden retriever, he's better than any girl i've been with, but i wouldn't marry myself. i wouldn't trust myself and would end up divorcing myself and then where would i be. she concurred that would be a sure ultimate sign of the end of time (at least for me i said). she said she would not marry her cat or herself but to my surprise said, i would marry Finn. ha, i thought, the little monster has wiggled into her cat-loving heart, the charming little munster huckleberry fen.

on the walk i thought, marrying yourself is sure to be the end, but marrying your dog could be an auspicious thing indicating passage beyond human hubris and a return to animal sanity. there could be hope for us.

but fen would not marry the housekeeper, not as long as she continues her unholy alliance with the vacuum. he would marry me i feel, who never even sweeps.