Reflections from the life and times of Mr. Smith. Today I decided to go shopping. Not for groceries. Not for clothes. But for a new house. I wasn’t exactly looking for a new house, just a new basement for my house. First I had to find a seller. I found a seller who was selling cellars. They were extremely cheap. You just had to do the installation yourself. So here is my house:
And here is my cellar:
But you know me. I couldn’t just settle for a single cellar from the seller. I had to get two cellars, but I didn’t want to buy from this particular seller twice. So I got the second cellar from a second seller. Now this second seller was only selling small cellars. So I had to buy two from him:

Now with all these cellars I had lots of room to store my stuff. And of course whenever you get more stuff, you have to get stuff to protect your stuff. So I went to another seller who sold stuff to protect stuff. So he put armored plating around my cellars. Strong enough to withstand a nuclear explosion. Strong enough to keep out pesky little ants. And uncles:

And of course next I went to another seller to buy a tunnel. That way I have a quick way to get to my third cellar without having to go through my first two cellars:

Now that my cellars were complete I decided to have a party inviting all of my sellers over to see my cellars.
Now when my sellers came and saw me in my cellars, I think they thought I was extremely weird. And they all ran away screaming.

I just smiled and waved.

Don’t try to come in MY cellar when a nuclear bomb gets dropped. Or when huge monster killer ants from a giant ant hill invade… (or uncles.)
Thus ends this week’s reflection. And then my mirror image disappeared.
[images copyright Mr. Smith 2010]
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