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.


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.


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.


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)


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.


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.


*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.


6 thoughts on “Zufalls-Donnerstag*

  1. Ha!
    Whatever you do, do not buy the chapstick with the M&M’s on the cover. It’s brown and gets all over everything. My boys do love their “lipstick”.
    I agree with you about Phineas, then again, I’m not exactly a contender for that control group…

  2. My kids would definitely see those potpits as stepping stones. I can envision them jumping from one to the other and splattering whoever happened to be standing nearby.

    By the way, I love the name Sunny. I would even consider having another child just so I could name her that. Okay, not really, but I am enamored by it.

    • I’m afraid I’d lose Sunny if she jumped in one of these.

      Sunny is a nickname — I sang, “You are my Sunshine” to her so often to get her to sleep and to calm her down at the pediatrician’s office that when my husband called her by her real name one day, she looked at him and said, “I not [name with all the R’s pronounced like W’s], I Sunshine!” And it more or less stuck.

  3. 1. Chocolate sprang to mind immediately when I saw the potholes. That says something about me.

    2. Thank you for the link to the Alison Janssen’s list – very good stuff.

    • I don’t think I’d mind potholes so much if they were full of chocolate . . .

      Alison Janssen is always so generous with her expertise — she posts every Thursday on Dead Guy.

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