I’m Blaming This Thought On Posting Before The Sun Is Up

If someone knocks on your door and your dog doesn’t bark, did the knock actually make a sound?

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He’s Very, VERY Thorough

“Today I gave one of my thorough answers in class,” my son announced.

Resisting the urge to shake my head, I simply replied, “I’m sure you did.”

“I covered all the bases . . . from A to Z.”

Now I couldn’t resist.  “Seeing as there are usually only four bases, that sounds about right for one of your answers.”

“Yes, That Was Exactly It”

“Who bought the ‘Would-Kill-Me-If-I-Ate-It pie?'” L’s Mother asked me yesterday.

“Lala,” I answered.  “She knew I was feeling down and thought it might help.”

L’s Mother considered that for a moment.  “And she blamed me for your mood, is that it?” she asked with a smirk.

That’s Just Not Something I Worry About

The other day while eating a dish that included soybeans as an ingredient, L’s Mother took pains to assure me that I didn’t include enough soybeans in my diet to have to worry about Phytoestrogens.

To say the least, I found this an odd choice for dinner conversation, but not wanting to be rude, I assured her that I was far more like to worry about the “Fido estrogen” in our dog, Isa, than I was to worry about something like that.

And It’s A Long List

I am not a cat person.  This is just one of the many things that cats and I have differences of opinions over.

It Wasn’t, But She DID Kind Of Look Like Her

I suspect most people have “that friend.”  You know, the one that when you read a headline saying “Naked Hairy Man With A Katana Charges Police Line,” your first thought is Please don’t be him!  Please don’t be him!

The other day I read a headline saying “Grandmother Drifts Out To Sea On An Ice Floe During A Photo Op,” and my honest first thought was Please don’t be my mother!  Please don’t be my mother!

This Seems Like A Safe Bet To Me

While there’s always the possibility of extenuating circumstances, of course, in this day and age if you don’t respond to my e-mail in the timeframe you could have sent a response across country via Pony Express, I figure I’m not getting an answer.

I Know That. I’m The One Not Writing, You Know

You know you’re having trouble putting your thoughts into words when WordPress starts harassing you because “You haven’t written anything yet!”.

Now Where Was I?

“That was . . . random,” my son informed me after reading my post from yesterday.

“Not really,” I said out loud.  “I did say right up front that I was giving some background information so what I was going to say next would make sense.”  Random, I mentally added, was you and your mother deciding to name the house Astra.

Last Week It Was “Kobayashi Maru”

Some weeks the label on the memory engram being downloaded into your jar reads “Blue Sky On Mars,” other weeks it reads “Kobayashi Maru.”