November 09, 2006
Two Bricks Short
Well, hello everyone. I haven't been much of a contributer of late, since matthew has gone hog-wild on the updating at all hours of the night. My so-called ramblings have been limited to the other site, which isn't quite as maniacally updated. I just wanted to check in to let you all know that yes, I still do live in the barn.
Also, I discovered that we are well on our way to becoming Scientologists. I got some "literature" in the mail today, looked it over, and discovered that our new life here is just two bricks short of L. Ron Hubbard. Check it out:
All we have to do now is have some babies and brainwash them into being "happy, productive and motivated" (oy, I can already tell I won't like them) and we'll be full-blown!
That whole silent birth thing is really all that's holding me back.
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April 15, 2006
Something New at Subway
Friday morning Bob was fired up to pug clay. Perhaps it was the early hour, but I made an ungracious comment, something like, "Oh god, not more pugging." I recovered, expressed my eagerness/willingness to pug, and off we headed for the barn. Then, as if sent from on high, the oven delivery man arrived with the new oven and discovered that an ambigious squirrel had been stockpiling peanuts behind the old oven. The situation required Bob's attention, and so our pugging was delayed. For a while.
So Robbi and I cleaned the barn, spending most of the morning removing old nails from old boards. Suddenly it was nearly 2:00 and my need for food was clear. We headed for Subway. At Subway we got subs. Robbi went through the line first and was not asked if she wanted her sub to be toasted. I went through second and was asked. Of course I said yes. Who does not want his sub toasted? Robbi was angry. A misplaced anger, directed at me instead of at the clerk who did not offer.
As we were leaving the Subway, Robbi saw THIS attached to one of the outside windows:
We are offering a prize, a toasted footlong sub prepared by a Subway sandwich artist, to anyone who can correctly identify this incredible creature. Something tells me that it is the missing link that entomologists have been trying to locate for generations. Perhaps we should have put it in a box and taken it to the Smithsonian. But it was so beautiful and bewildered-looking, clinging to the outside of the Subway. Or perhaps it's a rather normal sort of insect and I'm the sucker. But maybe not.
The prize is real. The catch: the winner must redeem it at the Chestertown Subway.
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