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If I were to be Miss America, which would never happen because A) I am a few weeks over the age limit and B) I am married, I would champion the following three causes:
- You absolutely positively must stop for pedestrians in a crosswalk (which is the law) and most any other time.
- Please don’t litter
- You must tell someone if they have spinach or anything else in their teeth (It isn’t important to identify the object, just to alert the owner of said teeth to the presence of visible foreign object. (Handsome Husband let me go to class twice with food in my teeth. Thanks!)
If you smoke, you probably don’t realize how bad you smell, how bad your clothes smell, how bad your hands smell, and pretty much anything else you come in contact with.
I just got a box of fabric that belonged to my gran. It had been packed away for years, but still smelled like stale cigarette smoke. She never smoked, but my grandfather died of lung cancer in 1977.
Thirty years that nasty smell stayed in the cloth. And you think a little spritz of perfume or breath spray is going to cover it up?!
I assert with confidence that very few people in the USA were embroidering Sunday night, and I am proud to be one of them. I did put down my needle and thread to watch Prince at half time. I sat in a corner of the party with Gert and Tricia, the mother and aunt of my friend Maeve. Tricia is visiting from Ireland and was impressed with our beautiful city and our pleasurable pace of living. She likes the way we take time to live and aren’t rushing around everywhere. This dollar is forAunt Tricia.
Our founding father wore a wig, why not a mohawk? He was, after all, a dissenter…
I don’t really have very much to say today, and sometimes, the purpose of art is nothing more than to make something pretty or prettier. I listened to NPR’s World of Opera Metroplitan Opera performance of La Boheme while I stitched my little heart out.
My hands are so cold.
I can’t be sure, but I think Handsome Husband threw this game of tic tac toe (or as his people would say “naughts and crosses”) so he could go to bed. It certainly doesn’t feel as great as a Scrabble win, a turkey in bowling or getting though a Superbowl halftime without a wardrobe malfunction, but a small victory is a victory none-the-less.
Please note that I was not the first person to mark this bill.
“If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all.”
So I am going to keep it short and sweet (also, I am on my way to an opening at the art museum, and the sooner I can get there, the more free food and wine I can consume!).
This one really doesn’t need much of an explanation. Really, you can throw your trash in the bin, it isn’t that hard.
Also, please stop for pedestrians.
Thanks, your nice.
Also, thank you to Darra for loaning me the dollar bill. I left my money, ID and credit cards in the pants I wore yesterday (the ones with the hole in the knee from when I got hit by a bicycle in Amsterdam); and thus was rendered moneyless and lacking any sense of self. Darra really helped me out.
Again, this one is for my bro. Fight the man, Ken, fight the man!
http://www.courant.com/news/local/hc-krayeskeplea-0130,0,2560557.story?coll=hc-headlines-home
Hartford, CT must be a really safe place to live. Clearly the police have taken care of all of the burglary, rape, theft, homicide, assault and drug dealers. Why else would they have so many resources available to arrest and prosecute some snarky “political activist” for taking pictures of the governor?
