Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Forgot to share the cake that my sister RikkiTikkiTavi ordered.
Somehow my brother Rollo restrained himself from gouging the cat's eyes out but I saw his hands tighten on the knife as he hovered. . .
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
So, one summer night in 1982 I found myself hanging with my friends, drinking Miller pony beers, wearing my pearls and plaid madras shorts when one of the guys asked what I had on around my neck. Touching them proudly, I said, "Oh, these are pearls."
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Friday, June 05, 2009
Sam: Aww . . . just aggravated.
Sam: The tea I brewed yesterday already has fungus growing on it.
Danielle: Hmmm… that is a reason to be aggravated!
Sam: Well, I'm not throwing it away yet.
Danielle: Why not?
Sam: Because it's sort of pretty in a topographical sort of way.
Danielle: How long to you plan on keeping it? Why don't you just take a picture and throw it away?
Sam: Nah, it's better in person.
Thursday, June 04, 2009
Wednesday, June 03, 2009
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
--courtesy of Jay Thomas, as heard on his Sirius XM satellite radio show
Monday, June 01, 2009
So hard that I almost fainted.
Back in the early 1990's or so, Chrysanthemum (Lynn) came for a Mardi Gras weekend visit. After drinking all day and standing outside after the parades had ended, she and I got our eyes stuck on a New Orleans water meter cover.
For such a utilitarian object, it is quite beautiful. She and I pondered alternate uses for them, like really cool stepping stones or rugged kitchen counter trivets . . . before we could finish our 40 ouncers of beer, we were trying to pry it from the sidewalk. Nope, a kitchen spatula eventually did the trick. We did have the presence of mind to steal MY cover because it would shift any suspicion from me. Well, it made sense at the time. But even in our drunkenness, safety was key. The open hole in the ground was a hazard so we rolled up a 24 pack beer box and wiggled it into the now uncovered hole. The box nicely protruded from the hole and alerted others to the danger. We laughed and giggled as we carried the heavy cover to her car.
The following Monday I was relaxing in my apartment when my boyfriend entered with a pant leg rolled up, a nasty gash on his shin and blood tricking down to his socks.
"Some idiot stole your water meter cover!"
"What are you laughing at? I parked and walked around the back of my truck and my foot went down the hole!"
"I am lucky I didn't break my goddamned leg!"
Shrieks of laughter~~endless giggles.
Finally, I was able to sputter out, "Didn't you see the box?"
"WHAT box? What is wrong with you? I almost broke my leg and someone stole your cover!"
It took forever before I could tell him that Chrysanthemum absconded with the cover and I aided and abetted her with the theft and no, I couldn't help him bandage his leg because blood makes me woozy.
I still laugh every time I remember this story.