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What is there to say? I'm not very interesting. I'm not a good writer. I don't even dress well. If you insist on knowing something about me just wander through the archives. It's all there.

Thursday, November 16, 2006

On pet induced puns

When I woke up this morning, I searched all over the house for my glasses so that I could peruse the morning paper. I finally found them under the coffee table. Thinking that they must have fallen off the edge of the table, I put them on. I was startled to realize that the tops and backs of my ears were suddenly wet. What!?!!

It seems that the cat has taken a sudden interest in my eyeglasses. This interest has taken the form of gnawing on the plastic earpieces. As a result, I now have drool-covered, tooth-marked spectacles. Ergo, this morning I was transported back to the bygone days of yesteryear when I was still wet behind the ears.

Who says that animals don’t have sense of humor.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

On schlepping

Although I may be culturally challenged in truly understanding the concept of schlepping, I feel that it is the only word that I can come up with that describes my day today. Some words are such a perfect descriptor that they become universal in nature. Just saying the word, schlepping, evokes the sensation of schlepping. That long slurring “schul-eh…” is what does it.

I hauled things from place to place. I burned a lot of gas. I couldn’t seem to do anything right on the first try. My back is sore. My feet hurt.

I spent my entire day schlepping.
Yes, I schlepped today. I was a schlepper. I should be in a schlepper colony.