I was out running an errand and saw not one but two people with tall wooden walking sticks. I also occasionally see strange people walking around with hiking poles.
I guess some people consider Chicago a foray into the wilderness?
I don't give half a hump if you're innocent or not. So where does that put you?
Book ,'Objects In Space'
Natter 72: We Were Unprepared for This
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
shrift - May 07, 2014 10:35:26 am PDT #27084 of 30000
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
brenda m - May 07, 2014 10:38:45 am PDT #27085 of 30000
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Was one of them my dad?
Except he's in the actual wilderness (kind of) at the house. He just called me with a wildlife report (many turtles, a woodpecker he can't locate, and a chipmunk with a den under the porch. Plus the egrets and heron from the weekend.)
-t - May 07, 2014 10:39:27 am PDT #27086 of 30000
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Eh, it's no weirder than driving an SUV in the city.
Connie Neil - May 07, 2014 10:44:29 am PDT #27087 of 30000
brillig
Hubby and I both dreamed of our old cat, Mondu, last night. He was just sitting next to me in a contemplative mode, blinking up at me with those big blue eyes. Hubby got the same thing. So odd, when the dead cats visit.
Scrappy - May 07, 2014 10:47:33 am PDT #27088 of 30000
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
How about "Ira Sleeps Over"? [link]
Ginger - May 07, 2014 11:55:40 am PDT #27089 of 30000
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
It's a shame they're probably too young for Thurber's "The Night the Bed Fell on My Father." [link] You could have one of the kids play the aunt who warded off imaginary burglars by throwing shoes down the hall.
I accidentally set the crockpot on Warm rather than High. (My old one's settings were Warm, Low, High. This one's are Low, High, Warm. I may be eating something else for dinner.)
hippocampus - May 07, 2014 12:03:56 pm PDT #27090 of 30000
not your mom's socks.
So after months and years of answers to healthstuff that included "I don't know, sometimes this just happens" and "you worry too much," new!Doc seems to think oldEvilDoc missed a bunch of blinky signs and arrows pointing to hypothyroid, starting around HPF's birth. So we're trying some new stuff that might help. I am hopeful for the first time in a long time.
Connie Neil - May 07, 2014 12:21:08 pm PDT #27091 of 30000
brillig
Thurber's "The Night the Bed Fell on My Father."
Perth Amboy!
Theodosia - May 07, 2014 12:24:05 pm PDT #27092 of 30000
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
Connie beat me to it.
Connie Neil - May 07, 2014 12:38:33 pm PDT #27093 of 30000
brillig
The things that get stuck in my head. The illustrations from the story (the aunt in her pitcher's stance, the headboard of the bed) popped up instantly when I saw the title of the story.