I have something to share before I go nuts. I'm going to post it here on my little blog because I hope one of my friends will read it and come to see me. I need someone to see what I see and tell me I haven't gone completely insane.
Let me come right out and say it: there's an alien in my cupboard.
Found him in the kitchen three days ago and he’s been hiding in my cupboard ever since. Today he said he has to wait here to get his next mission call, but I think it’s a lie.
Why he has to wait in my cupboard? I have no idea?
Quite frankly, he doesn't make a whole lot of sense most of the time! I figure he’s here because he fell in love with the taste of my home made granola.
So, in case you wonder what he looks like…
He is a little bigger than my hand, for those who pictured me having a gigantic cupboard with a human-sized alien. In my honest opinion, he looks rather ridiculous, with his green skin, pudgy tummy, fluorescent yellow eyes and bright red lips.
Funny detail, his space ship looks like a tea kettle.
In fact, at first I thought it was my tea kettle. I put it on the stove, and the alien jumped out, screaming bloody murder, claiming I had mortally wounded him.
Sorry, alien.
So he chose the cupboard, found the granola, and tadaa, alien in my cupboard.
Oh and how could I forget! Before he fell in love with my granola, he said he came to save humanity. How a tiny alien can do that without people falling over laughing, I have no idea.
After three days, he almost finished the whole jar of granola. There was barely any left this morning so I’m eating the last of it while I write this with a tiny alien staring menacingly at me from the top shelf of my cupboard.
He’s not saying anything, but I think he wants me to make a new batch of granola.
Save the world, my ass.
