In Bitches, some literary humor to start the morning:

Betsy HP:

There's a lot of that going on. "An Irish Air-man Foreseese His Death" (which I've always loved) is about Lady Gregory's son, who, whoops, died. (I forget if he died first then poem or poem first, then died. One likes to think the first or Lady Gregory would have had a right to be miffed. At Yeats, not the son.

Burrell:

Betsy, the young man died first. The poem was meant as a tribute to him.

Betsy HP:

It's a fabulous poem. If you're going to lose your only son, it's a good thing to have Yeats around.

Jen:

Hell, if you're only going to the bathroom, it's a good thing to have Yeats around.

Betsy HP:

Back off! Do not pee on the Irish poet laureate!

Polter-Cow:

Things fall apart, the bladder cannot hold.

Jim in Natter:

have this sneaking feeling that had Kerry looked even 10% less like a cross between Frankenstein and an Ent, he'd be president now

Thanks for the chuckle, Jim! It was much needed this morning.

on Allegory

Gudanov: You just have to be subtle.

Heratio was urging the horses drawing his wagon to as much haste as possible, when he turned a curve in the road and ran over some woman with long blonde hair who was too busy yelling insults to see the wagon coming.

jstroix:

I just came back from walking my dog and she reminded my that as long as the party in power supports long walks, regular meals and chewy toys, things will be ok.

Maybe that should be the Dems new platform?

Nora Deirdre:

Hey, I didn't make the rumor, I just reported it irresponsibly from dubious sources.

KristinT:

Someone tell me to go to bed and get some sleep. I can't seem to make my brain stop.

Trudy:

Rock-a-bye Kwistin
Little blonde teach
When morn comes you're hooooostess
For billytea.

You'll vacuum hardwood
You'll wash some dish
You need your sleeeeepys
Or you're a bitch.

Shrift: Huh. I think I stuck my elbow in a donut.

It's this kinky new thing I'm trying out.

Heather Alayne: Well, it's not a tub full of lime jello and ginger root, but you have to start small.

Politics & chocolate in Bitches:

Nora: I am always punished though, because whenever I buy a Mounds, it's all dessicated and old. I guess my Mounds love is not shared by all.

Aimée: MOUNDS IS JOHN KERRY!

Catching up in Natter is fun--

tommyrot: I think there should be a fenced-off area, and on tax day everyone shows up and dumps what money they think is fair into a big pile. Then, when night falls, all the various city, county, state and federal government agencies show up and take whatever money they think they need.

shrift: Huh. I think I stuck my elbow in a donut. It's this kinky new thing I'm trying out.

Gud: No offense, but you need either better kinks or less free time.

shrift: You got a thing against a hard-working girl earning her living elbowing donuts? Huh?

Cindy: Yeah, because humans are so honest, and frugal.

tommyrot: Exactly. And any money left over can be used to research ways of protecting donuts from elbows.

Gud: Actually I'm a member of Donuts Unified against Molestation by Bodies, and we need a better acronym.

And then Healther put the icing on the cake with her tub full of lime jello and ginger root (ginger root?) comment.

Confession: Lime jello and ginger root came from an IM bit between me and FE that went something like.

FE: I don't want you to think I'm some sort of freak sitting naked in a tub of lime jello chewing on bits of ginger root.
ME: Why would that be...wait did you say lime jello? FREAK.