Today with it being the last Sunday of the year, I am going to review both what books I’ve read this year and what movies I’ve watched this year, giving you my top five of each. So without further adieu, … Continue reading
Monthly Archives: December 2010
I got a wrong number for Christmas
My aunt has a new cell phone and this afternoon, I called what I thought was her number. “Merry Christmas, Aunt Dianne.” “Excuse me, I think you have the wrong number.” “This is the number I was given.” “You were … Continue reading
And a bah humbug to you too, beyotch!
Bumper sticker on car in front of me this morning:
Nothing says Christmas like curmudgeonliness.
God bless the U.S.A. because your fellow citizens sure aren’t going to bless you…
…unless you sneeze.
And sometimes not even then:
Image via Wikipedia
Under the rocks and stones, there is water underground
Recently I’ve noticed that I’ve been cracking the top part of my cranium on the cabinet after I get coffee each morning.
Then I realized to paraphrase partially The Talking Heads song:
I don’t own a large automobile
this is not my beautiful house
this is not my beautiful wife
how did I get here?
I own a Prius, live in a rental cottage in the Berkshires, am single and I don’t know how I got here, except for that bump on the top of my head that I feel each morning in the shower as if I’m a phrenologist.
But let’s say that is my Second Life, because in my first life, I actually do own a large automobile:
Photo courtesy of my sister
Okay, it’s not a Cadillac, but it is a large automobile.
This is not my beautiful house. My wife and I do rent this, and it’s not really that pretty and the shingles are starting to show signs of wear:
Image by Fritz Liess via Flickr, not actually our house because I couldn't find a ready-made photo of our house and my camera batteries are dead.
This is not my beautiful wife. No, that is my beautiful wife:
No, the one on the right.
I got here through the process of reverse osmosis. Don’t ask me. I’m not a marine biologist and I don’t understand it either.
I don’t even drink coffee, but I do have a groove on the top of my cranium where earworms like this congregate:
Posted in The Wife, Unfinished rambling
Tagged dreams, humor, Once In A Lifetime, The Talking Heads
