Two businesses.Nearby. I drive by them often.Yeah, I was kinda hoping it was a psychic dry cleaner.But, no. . . .
Husband to me (about lawyers):"We are high priests of the language."Can you pick him out of the crowd?And this, also from the high priest of language:"Has the milk of human kindness curdled in your breast?" And yesterday, while I was drying my hair, he came tearing up the stairs holding his heart. . . .
An elephant is bigger than the moon?Sure, if you are Republican. . . .
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I'll have lots to say later, but for now, how about a flash from the past? Before there was SNL and really, setting the stage for clever, satirical humor, there was Tom Lehrer. If you haven't heard of him before, now you have.Back in the 1950s and 1960s, this singer-songwriter, pianist, satirist and . . .
Let's take a sick humor break. . . .
Yes, very true.This would be a good time to ponder the characteristics of a good pet.I leave you to your own thoughts. . . .
Dance class last night.We got there early to practice alone.Steps. Missteps. Turns. Twists. We laughed so hard we cried. (You had to be there.) So hard my eye makeup ran down my cheeks.At one particularly hilarious point M looked down at me with a big grin, and said:"That's your mother's smile! I . . .
It's one approach.(I'm working on a few posts that need further thought.So in the meantime, I thought I'd provide some cheap thrills.) . . .
This morning I heard the most wonderful peal of laughter from the dining room.Riley had just run across the room and leaped gracefully into the bed he sleeps in while he and M. work. The laughter belonged to M. and it was such a pure and joyful sound.I've met a number of M.'s friends recently. All . . .