-I think I just found my teacher from the 1976-1977 school year on classmates.com, a year which I will always remember as “Kindergarten: The Year I Learned How To Sign The Entire Alphabet, Which I Can Still Do To This Day, With The Exception Of The Letters ‘p’, ‘q’, and ‘x’.”
-Yesterday I was talking with a friend of mine who had recently gone on a cruise. She told me how she unwittingly was photographed for one of those candid pictures that the cruise lines take and then sell to you, and how she threatened the photographer’s life should she ever actually develop said picture.
“Of course, it was the ‘Fat, Old, and Disabled Cruise’,” said my friend.
“Hm,” I replied. “Was that how they actually billed it?”
-Lately my husband has taken to closing the door when he hangs out in his office at night, because the Cat Genie, while quite awesome, is also quite loud when it goes through its cleaning cycle.
Last night I needed to talk to him, so I knocked on his door, went in, and then stopped dead in my tracks.
Now my husband is pretty much the most trustworthy person I’ve ever known, but even he had a hard time looking innocent when I saw that his browser was open to a website that started off with the words, “How Many Goats?”
Happily it was not that kind of site, but rather a site where you could determine the worth of your dowry, as measured by the number of goats a prospective spouse would have to cough up in order to marry you. (9, in case you were wondering)
Hey, you’re worth NINE goats..cool! now you know i’m wondering about my net worth…hmmm…
I just nominated you for the I love your blog award..which i got this morning from Pattie M…c’mon over to my site to pick up your award. I DO so LOVE your blog!!!!!!
Lynne Morrell says
Hmmmm…I don’t have any goats…but, we have many bunnies. Does that work?
Congrats! On the award from your fan!