More signs of spring:
These are the potholes at the exit of the city employee parking lot. Well, I say “potholes, though potpits might be more fitting—even when dry, it’s difficult to see the bottoms:
When full of yuck from yesterday’s snowrain, they could be portals to a petroleum-based Narnia or the final resting places for hapless Volkswagens, for all I know.
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The remarkable Alison Janssen of Dead Guy posted 8 simple ways to get your editor to love you. I liked it so much, I left one of my infamous incoherent comments, complete with embarrassed fix.
Editing before sending–it’s important.
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I came home from work yesterday and was tackle-hugged around the legs by Sunny, who was thrilled to see me—her grandmother doesn’t know how to work the tv remote and she was desperate to watch Jake and the Neverland Pirates.*
I lifted her up (she is such a peanut) and demanded a kiss as a bribe. She immediately pasted a smacker right on me. I staggered back—not just from my nose rebounding off her hard little forehead, but because it was like being hit with a lipful of thick lemon icing.
Peculiar sensation.
Apparently, Miss Peanut can now reach the shelf of the linen cupboard where we keep her lemon lip balm and had been reapplying every five minutes since she’d come home from school. It’s her “lipstick.”
I managed to sneak the tube away and stored it on a higher shelf. I also warned everyone that Sunny has developed telescope arms and the strength to drag her stepstool anywhere she wants.
And hid my makeup bag.
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From the Quote Collection:
“My grandma always said that God made libraries so that people didn’t have any excuse to be stupid.”
–Joan Bauer, Rules of the Road. (1997, p. 142)
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This tickled me—and it’s not bad, either:
Phineas and Ferb is a show that does not drive parental figures utterly insane, although perhaps I believe that only because it’s too late for me.
Tough to gather a control group for that one, though.
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And finally,
You have until MIDNIGHT TONIGHT to score a well-loved, but still readable copy of Bertrice Small’s Blaze Wyndham. Leave a comment expressing interest in ownership of said book on the Awesomesauciest! post (not here, please, or I’ll lose track) and I’ll pick someone out of a hat tomorrow.
I’ll announce the winner Saturday.
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*Random Thursday in German, I think. I’m told that the hyphen is key, otherwise it’s Coincidence Thursday.
** A show designed to appeal to children and drive parental figures and/or fans of Peter Pan (the original and the Disney versions, which is quite a feat) utterly insane.
Earful of Cider 