Well, we've been busy on the pond, Golden Pond, ( soon to be in syndication, so consult your local listings ) that is. Batoning down the hatches, preparing for the storm.
I had time to teach Penny the Poo <> some more tricks today. She is so smart.
me: "Penny, what's on top of our house?"
Penny: "Woof. Er, Woof."
me: "Good girl, Penny. Now, how does sandpaper feel to the touch?"
Penny: "Ruff. Er, Ruff."
See what I mean!
me: "Penny, what substance is found on the outside of a tree?"
Penny: "Bark. Er, Bark."After the training, me, Charlie Jr., and Penny went to Blockbuster. To rent some movies. But most of the movies were about psychopaths and cereal, er, serial killers. Ain't the world depressing enough w/o probing the dark side of the force?
So, I settled for Starsky and Hutch and Lawrence of Arabia, the old David Lean classic never before seen by these eyes. And Charlie Jr. checked out Dawn of the Dead and Pulp Fiction, the director's cut. And Penny wanted Messy Room, a cult favorite from the Beranstain Bears, and Atlassie, Come Home.
Btw, Lassie just celebrated her 50th anniversary on television. Remember the sad theme song at the end of the show. And how Lassie always saved Timmy from the elements. They don't make 'em like they used to.
The BB attendant claimed we were in arrears on our account and would we like to pay now or next time? "Duh?" was my reply. And Penny said woof when I asked her what was on top of the BB building. The attendant appeared non-plussed and unimpressed so we bade adieu, promising to square things on our next visit.
As we were driving home, a dilemma arose. Should this story be posted on the yahoo or should Golden Pond retain exclusive rights? Penny must have read my thoughts when she said ruff, knowing I was facing a tough choice.
And Charlie Jr. wanted to know my feelings on hoots new weblog.me: "I think it's a grand idea, Charlie. The hootster has always been the archivester. It's right up his alley. I look forward to the next installment."
Bout that time we pulled into the driveway. Up in one of the trees, two big eyes belonging to a feathered predator on the prowl were lying in wait for its prey.
me: "What's that, Penny? Up in the tree?"
Penny: "Grrrowl."
me: "Good girl. Atlassie, here we come."
Farewell and adieu, v.c.
P.S. Hoots, tell Anne Marie she is in error. There's two million and 3 bloggers who now write blogs. That's 2,000,003.
2 comments:
That two million number was from a Pew research poll, according to the article. As for Anne Marie, the description makes me want to be thirty years younger and in her company..."Ana Marie Cox has peachy cream skin and eyes of a very bright blue, strawberry blond hair and a filthy mind; she likes to analyze our nation's leaders in their most private, ah, parts. She has been talking this way all her life. Until January, no one listened. She's the daughter of a six-foot-tall blond Scandinavian goddess and one of the bright young men who worked under Robert McNamara in the Pentagon."
Wow!
Hoots, are you sure that isn't Ann Coulter of whom you speak? Just kidding, just kidding.
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