In the last few months, the domain here at TharpSter.Org has taken on a few new occupants.

The first arrival was almost a novelty.  Item number two is being kept out in the garage.  Item number three is now on top of item number one.  Sadly, that’s in my living room next to Faith’s kennel.

It’s starting to grate on my nerves, and I’m considering putting out an open bid to local small businesses who specialize in exterminations.  Granted I’ll interview each of the business owners, and my first question will be whether they built their business or not.

The unique thing about my infestation issue is that the new occupants involved are made up of a couple of small appliances and a bike.

Yeah, I got nothing.

I would explain why there’s a mini-fridge and un-boxed microwave in my living room and a Schwinn hanging from the ceiling of my garage, but it’s just too darn boring of a story.  With that in mind, I’m going to move this discussion to muffin stumps.

That’s right, I said muffin stumps.

Attention psychotherapists.  You’re up in five, four, three……

You may remember my little diatribe on some of my behaviors which boarder on obsessive compulsive.  Among those behaviors I exhibit like chanting “Yoda, Faith, Monkey, Dookie” before recalling a password, I’m in the habit of eating muffins, stump first.

Yeah, I don’t know why.

I’ve got to think some of the reasoning harkens back to that Seinfeld episode which focused on eating just the top of the muffin.  Given that I tend to gravitate to taking care of the dirty work first before moving to the more pleasing aspects of a task, I’m pretty sure that my practice of eating the stump first is an effort to save the best for last.

Now of course, this particular section would be reserved for some funny ass joke which ties small appliances to muffin stumps.

I welcome your suggestions.