the Nixionary

The chocolate chip cookies kept looking at me with their fudgy eyes and I ate so many my stomach is going to hurt for the rest of the night.  “Small price,” is what my mom would say.  The price of the materials was small, but not the impetus.
I tripped over a croquet bracket at the [...]

Well, mostly I have been going grudgingly up my six flights of stairs ten times a day and swimming back and forth through water that makes my cheeks drier than bark.  Anne and I had an Art Party and painted skinny birds and fat monsters on twiggy branches and hung them from the wall on [...]

Anne and I went hiking yesterday.  An old lady got pulled over by her two wiggly dogs and we got worried about broken hips.  Then I almost got pulled over by Quincy and I got worried about broken knees.
Are our bodies our number one concern?  Should they be?
We talked about Sarah Palin and the supposed [...]

Last I heard this morning, two ships and a barge were loose in the Mississippi and knocking against the walls of the industrial canal.  General Honore, in his thi-ay-ick New Awlee-aa-aans accent said, “Dis just a lesson for next time.”
Yeah.  A big one.  Tie down the huge boats in the river before it rises.
Another one: [...]