October 16, 2007
check the earl too, mister
10/16/07
We interrupt Art vs. Commerce Week here on the blog to bring you that special moment we've all had: the day you learned the word squeegee.
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*crickets chirping*
Tell me about it. Oh well. I can't be Joe Antagonista every day.
C'mon, people. It could have been fish.
Good grief.
Oh, by the way, I love the guy yesterday who said, "Don't swear, it makes you look like you have no class" and then said, "Nobody cares about your upper class problems..."
Sunny and 72 in New York!
...just picked up the new Gordon Lightfoot anthology
squeegeeing is really an art form, dontcha think??
When I picked up Connor at preschool yesterday, he asked (and I quote), "Mommy, please drive me to the dealership and buy me a Porsche."
I asked for his sippy cup because I definitely wanted some of whatever he was drinking.
Language development is a crazy thing to watch in a toddler. It amazes me the things they pick up.
Perhaps they would let him squeegee at the dealership...
molly says "i'm leaving home when i'm nine".......(she is seven at present).....and then in a calmer moment "i love you mummy".......too much TV perhaps? or too much a bi-polar society ? I respect her misgivings like mad and adore her expresion
I'm a terrible squeegier...I'm usually better off not even starting...
"Is There Anyone Home" is a forgotten Gordon Lightfoot classic. "Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald" is longer than Mahler's 8th Symphony.