Is there anything funnier than tiny cat pants?
It seems unlikely, but my goal in life is to find out.
Monday, February 27, 2006
Things that Make Me Smile
Exador's mom called the cops on him because he espouses "Extreme Right Wing Views" on his blog. I read this before I went to bed and then spent all last night thinking about whether I could convince his mom to pack him up and ship him to my "reeducation camp" and what such "reeducation" might consist of.
The Tiny Cat Pants mugs appear to be very cute in real life.
Peg's advice to Plimco in the comments of this post has convinced me that we should appoint Peg Ambassador of Food. She could just go around making sure that everyone has tasty things to eat and knows how to prepare them.
I am inclined to accept this great honor. Are there perks? Do I get Diplomatic Immunity? Must I be confirmed by both Houses of Congess? May I shamelessly plug a modest little cooking blog of which I am a contributor?
I don't know if you get Diplomatic Immunity, but it would be cool if you did.
You know, my senator--the kitten killer--is looking for an issue upon which to base his presidential aspirations. I'm just thinking that, if there's one thing Americans love, it's food... If he supported your nomination for Ambassador of Food, it would set him apart from the pack and humanize him to a lot of folks.
Like Donnell Alexander says, "It's about completing the task of living with enough spontaneity to splurge some of it on bystanders, to share with others working through their own travails a little of your bonus life."
But, it's mostly the kind of place that folks looking for "girls and cars" stumble across by accident.
The Butcher--My youngest brother, who lives with me and works as, you guessed it, a butcher. He knows everyone in town.
The Recalcitrant Brother--Our middle brother, who lives in rural Georgia and has a kind of movie star life, if that movie star is Burt Reynolds in Deliverance.
The Reverend--Our Dad, a Methodist minister, perpetually three years from retirement.
Mom--Our Mom. She doesn't get a funny nickname because our mom will not stand for funny nicknames.
The Corporate Shill--Or The Shill, as we call her. My friend from college who was constantly getting me into trouble and going to parties she neglected to tell me about where cute boys would ask her "Where's Aunt B.?"
The Legal Eagle--The Shill's husband.
The Super Genius--She lived next door to me my freshman year of college and we've been friends ever since my first day on the floor.
Miss J.--My first adult friend, meaning the first lasting friendship I made after college. She was my roommate in grad school.
Her Lover--Her Husband.
The Divine Ms. B.--Miss J.'s sister and one of my heroes, because she's brave and funny and mystic and fearless.
JR--My oldest friend. I've known her since I was in the second grade.
Elias--JR's husband and the person who's musical tastes have most strongly affected my own. Oh, how I long to be cooler than him!
The Professor--My closest friend here in Nashville. She's a genius, but she'll never tell you that.
The Man from GM--I've known him since I was 16 and he still hasn't forgiven me for telling him I was a vegetarian when I wasn't.
The Redheaded Kid--No one knows where he comes from or where he goes when he leaves here. I assume he's the Butcher's friend. The Butcher assumes he's mine.
2 Comments:
I am inclined to accept this great honor. Are there perks? Do I get Diplomatic Immunity? Must I be confirmed by both Houses of Congess? May I shamelessly plug a modest little cooking blog of which I am a contributor?
I don't know if you get Diplomatic Immunity, but it would be cool if you did.
You know, my senator--the kitten killer--is looking for an issue upon which to base his presidential aspirations. I'm just thinking that, if there's one thing Americans love, it's food... If he supported your nomination for Ambassador of Food, it would set him apart from the pack and humanize him to a lot of folks.
Hmm...
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