As if that weren’t enough …
… it would seem that Niagra Falls is not up to the task of washing bird legs off the deck.
At least my t-shirt is almost dry.
… it would seem that Niagra Falls is not up to the task of washing bird legs off the deck.
At least my t-shirt is almost dry.
These were waiting for me on the dining room table when I got home from work today. The Prof might try to act like a big tough guy, but he’s a new age, sensitive sort of softy at heart. Note the Warrior Princess glaring in the background. Also, a picture of CW-in-the-box from this morning:
THE GOOD NEWS: The lump is just a sebacious cyst. Granted, it got large quickly, but it isn’t infected (which is why there was never any pain connected with it). We just keep an eye on it. It will probably be as active as Clueless Wonder on a slow day (i.e. it’s just going to…
Another day, another withholding for Uncle Sam. Thank heavens I have to go get my stomach scoped tomorrow. I’m not sure I’d make it through another day at work. I wish there’d been some way to ease into things, but having tomorrow off helps, I guess. One nice thing did happen. I got a call…
Got this one from jenjea’s Diary just now. I really should leave you a comment, jen, since I keep stealing all your tests. Though, to be honest, I think this one might have missed its mark just a bit. If I were a sappy movie ballad, I would be Who Ya Gonna Call from Ghostbusters…
“Failure is an event, never a person.” William D. Brown I belong to one of those quote of the day groups, mostly because I’m too lazy to get my name taken off the subscribe list. Today’s quote struck a resonant chord, though. I’m sticking it in here so I don’t forget this. Sometimes it’s easier…
I did a little IP checking – you were number 16,000. If I can figure out an appropriate prize, I’ll send it your way. Anyhow, enough with the family history. We are who we are, and we each deal with it our own separate ways. I really don’t write in this journal for an opportunity…
bird bones on your deck,
what would Martha do?
(Stewart)
Martha would probably make a festive spring wreath using the feet as the focal interest, or maybe cook up nice Memorial Day appetizer of Teeny Drumsticks in Apricot Sauce served on Wriggling Rice Patties.
Reminds me of when Maggie came in with what I thought was a mouth full of leaves. When I tried to pull them out I discovered it was actually a dried up squirrel tail. I ran from one side of the kitchen to the other trying to decide if I wanted to throw up in the sink or throw the tail away.
I don’t do parts very well. Could you maybe just hose them off of the deck. Out of sight out of mind??
P.S. Loved your comment to Yetzirah!