Allah is doing the hard work of excerpting the highlights of Petraeus’ testimony so that I can do the domestic work of replacing a broken crisper drawer in my refrigerator, and teaching my son how words can hold several different meanings simultaneously.
Funny, eh? Or maybe not so much funny as funny…
…See what I did there?
And to think. Some people continue to question my genius.
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worth reading, too.
Nothing beets that old “So how do you like those apples?” vs “So how do you like those apples?” vs “So how do you like those apples?” vs “So how do you like those apples?” lesson either.
Nuance. Knowing is half the battle.
I have a bumper sticker that says, “Question My Genius.”
One guy stopped at a light beside me, rolled down his window and asked, “Where?”
“Where what?”
“Where’s your fucking genius, dumbass?”
The last time I questioned Jeff’s genius, it told me I would have to pay a fee. So, I don’t go there anymore.
Dan, that happens to me, too.
I generally respond negatively. Texas is like that. But I’m a good citizen, and always call a tow truck to clear the stalled vehicle.
Regards,
Ric
I just blow them up . . . with my brain.
Yeah, quality time with the children. Does your son know how to say “semiotics” yet, Jeff?
This exchange took place between my son and I when he was five:
Him: (Referring to the blanket he named Fuzz when he was two.) Dad, how do I know this blanket is really Fuzz?
Me: (Trying to get ready to leave the house.) That’s either a totally inane question, or it’s so philosophically profound that I don’t have time to answer it right now.
Ards: Your kids are going to be tough like old leather.
Yee-Haw!