A couple of years ago we went to the drive through lane at Dairy Queen. Hub ordered a Dr. Pepper, as is his custom. When he got to the end of the drink, he was having trouble getting anything through the straw. Upon removing the lid, he saw that there was a big dead black spider in the cup, which had been clogging the straw.
Ever since then, I’m wary about dark drinks in cups with lids.
RIP, Barry White. And Katharine Hepburn and Buddy Hackett. What a sad week.
I took Jo to see Finding Nemo this afternoon. She lasted 15 minutes, then wanted to leave. The scuba diver part freaked her out. She said maybe she’d like another movie better.
Dear Scalia:
When a neighbor peeks in our bedroom windows, they are called perverts and peeping toms and get arrested.
When the government peeks in our bedroom windows, it’s sanctioned by law and they are congratulated for saving us from ourselves.
Know what I think? Anyone who peeks in my windows is a pervert. And if they’re traumatized for life by the sight of my big fat white naked body, that’s what they deserve.
WTF is a homosexual agenda anyway? I know lots of gay people. I guess I’m just not cool enough to be recruited.
Know what else I think? The gummint has no business making laws about abortion, gay marriage, sexual conduct between consenting adults, whether I wear a seatbelt, what food I can eat, or really much of anything else. Just because you don’t like it, Mr. Lawmaker, doesn’t mean it should be illegal. I don’t like cilantro; I think it tastes terrible. Should I lobby to outlaw it?
What is wrong with people? Oh, I’m so frustrated. Political parties suck, all of them. I don’t like them, and I think they should be made illegal, so there.
Addlepated in 2004!