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oh, meg. i do love the way you can turn a phrase. :)
dear god…
What a great post. I loved it.
‘Rat shock’! Hee hee hee!!
I recall running to catch a bus downtown at Christmastime 3 years ago. I was a block away on Howe, saw the bus pull up, so I started running. Then I saw the bus start to pull away, so I stopped running; but forward momentum continued, and I slid along the sidewalk for several meters next to the museum.
You should try eating eyeliner, that’s equally painful.
“How would I manage that?” I hear you ask. Well, firstly, I’m offended you should ask after the kind of morning you just had. Take a healthy dose of inquisitive moi at age 4. Add a sprinkle of mum who left her makeup lying around. Now mix in dad’s slap when he discovers the new rug is shot to hell, after his son tried to tattoo his lips.
Like I said, painful.
Sorry… can’t agree with you on the Mariah Carey thing.
When I was working as a junior high school English teacher in Japan, the Japanese teachers with whom I worked would often make the students attempt to learn English songs, as a way of making our ridiculous-sounding language seem more “real” to them.
And every December, without fail, one of the songs they would force their students to learn was, “All I want for Christmas is you.”
(Which, after having been mangled by mouths trained to make only 5 different vowel sounds, sounded more like, “Awroo Aiee whoa-nt foah Koo-risssu-massu eezu yuuuuuuu.”)
So whenever I was in class, the teachers would make ME stand in front of forty bored students and sing — out loud — to show them what Mariah’s eardrum-puncturing song was SUPPOSED to sound like.
Yeah, because like *I* have an eight-octave range. I’m lucky if I can hit “middle C” bang on.
I still have nightmares.
Sorry about the rat thing. I have passed it to you. I got it from my mama. Instead of a rocking hot body. BAD DEAL.
SO right on the Mariah thing. I find her most annoying, but that song is ab fab :) Merry Christmas!
mmmmm…gingerbread latte….mmmmmm
we were out walking not too long ago, and we spied a beaver in the pond near our house. we both questioned the beaver’s presence, having never seen evidence of beaver dams or the like, but we accepted that it was a beaver, swimming merrily in the pond. it was large, brown, and propelled itself with its tail. beaver, right? a bit farther down the path, on the other end of the pond, we came across the beaver again. we watched, incredulously, thinking, “wow! we really live with nature. we have beavers living practically in our back yard!” until the beaver crawled up the bank, shook its skinny (not paddle-like?) tail, and crossed the path directly in front of where we stood. it was a gigantic rat! i liked it better when it was a beaver.
You had a better day in the first hour than I had all day….
Liz, your gigantic rat was likely a muskrat. We have them up here in the little lakes and ponds around town ,including the one behind our apartment. They even occasionally wander into downtown, perhaps for a coffee (no Timmie’s for the Muskies!). And they do look like beavers when they’re swimming.
Ok. You and Mariah have done it. I’ve folded. Broken my long established rule – that I wouldn’t put up a holiday thing until AFTER my birthday (a few days after your original post).
Saturday night I went to the basement and started flinging all the garlands, strings of lights, and plastic seasonal forms up the stairs and out the door.
A neighbor down the street is envious that I’ve already started!
Thanks Meg.
We really are kindred spirits ;)