Some Days U Know U Want 2

Weird Wednesday

From Wednesday Weirdness

1.) What condiment goes best with french fries?

Ketchup. Although, Ranch dressing ain't bad.

2.) What condiment do you feel best represents your personality?

Green Tabasco sauce.

3.) If the love of your life was a different religion from you, would you convert for them if they asked you to?

Nope. Neither would I ask that of someone.

4.) What is your favorite thing to eat with peanut butter?

Chocolate. But, sometimes, peanut butter and jelly on white bread is exactly what I want.

5.) If it were possible, would you want to know the day you were going to die?

No, thank-you. Being a First Responder, I know how easily that creeps up on a person.

6.) If you could change your eye color to anything in the world you wanted, what would you change it to?

I like my eyes the way they are.

7.) Are you more often the partner in crime or the good conscience with your friends and family?

I've been both at different times. Change-up is my best pitch.

Contests

I was about to enter

an online contest

for CUTEST PET

when I discovered

the entry fee was

$10.

So I passed.

I think we'd'a won.

Don't you?

Where In The World R U?

What's going on here, here, here and here?China, Russia, the Congo,
Sahara and Canada suspiciously empty.

Where The Best Books Are

I lament the current state of publishing every time I try to find a book to buy.

Every book I pick up is about serial killers.

Or disaffected FBI agents.

Or FBI agents dating disaffected serial killers.*

When a title intrigues me, I pick the book up.

If the first line of the jacket copy begins, “The bodies were all found with . . . “* I put that book right back down.

Then, I remembered where all the good books are.

The Library.

I picked up John Steinbeck's, Travels with Charley, and the writing was so beautiful, it almost made me cry.

Of course, with Steinbeck, one must prepare to have one’s heart broken, but I believe that is better than wading through a description of the chambers of the heart as they bleed out in the dust by yet another unrepentant serial killer.*

Now, I’m rereading Cannery Row. I’m keeping my hankie close.






* And now, every other book is about vampires. I don't get that at all.

*”… inscribed on the inner thigh, the name of the agent responsible for foisting all those serial killer books upon us.”

* Okay, except Dexter. Those books are brilliant.