Today is National Toasted Marshmallow Day. I ate a Rice Krispies Treat that had marshmallows in it, but I guess it wasn't toasted. I'm going to go do this right, hold on. Ok, I just toasted a marshmallow on the stove and ate it. It was a mini-marshmallow. Hey, it's the best I could do. When I was younger, I thought it was marshmellow. Tomorrow is National Trail Mix Day. I'm not sure if I have any trail mix. I better get some.
I installed six horizontal blinds today. I'm a blinds master. I deserve a black belt in blinds. Ok, I get it. They call them blinds, because when they are closed up, you can't see out them. Did we call earplugs deafs? No. Did we call anesthetic numbs? No. Did we call noseplugs anosmias? No. Did we call...um, ...uhh, I don't know anything that takes away the sense of taste....OHH, did we call Taco Bell ageusias? No. I think blinds are a stupid name. [Yes I looked anosmia and ageusia up]
The weirdest thing I've heard all week: "Yeah, my dog's eye popped out once, but I massaged it, and it went back in." This was the whole extent of the topic. The conversation abruptly moved on after that. I don't remember what was said for the next several minutes, because I was so fixated on that statement. I was on the very edge of laughing, but I held it in. I had one of those, eye-watering, half-smile / half-restrained looks, with eyebrows raised & everything. The lady was oblivious. She was from my home town, where everyone knew each other. She had a son 3 years younger than me. She asked me how old I was. I told her I didn't want to say. I think I remember her yelling & chasing after me for doing God knows what one summer when I was much younger.
I think Laurel & Hardy were superior to The 3 Stooges. L&H's timing was way better. It wasn't so cornball like The 3 Stooges. I think there's a subtle artistry that was inherent with L&H that didn't exist with The3S. Plus, I like the visual balance of heavy guy, thin guy, straight guy, funny guy. With The3S, you got Moe, who's the angry, straight guy, Larry, the goofy nutjob, and Curly, the wiseguy. Yeah, their all different, but there's no day and night balance. It's like trying to invent a see-saw for three people. Hey, I'd debate this anytime, rather than the election!
Summertime...and the livin's E Z
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Now that half the fam has settled in the town over, a little bunny told me
that of some of our dearest friends may be moving up to Ithaca too! Life is
bett...
11 years ago
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