little kid

Wish Katherine well today as she is going under the knife laser.

The worst part about most bad things, from death to taxes, is the dread. Sitting around worrying about something makes the bad event appear ten times worse.

A biker is riding by the zoo when he sees a little girl
leaning into the lion's cage. Suddenly, the lion grabs
her by the cuff of her jacket and tries to pull
her inside to slaughter her, under the eyes of her
screaming parents. The biker jumps off his bike, runs
to the cage and hits the lion square on the nose with a

Thanks to James for sending me this news story …

A man is walking through the zoo when he sees a little girl leaning into the lion’s cage. Suddenly, the lion grabs her by the cuff of her jacket and tries to pull her inside to devour her right in front the little girl’s screaming parents.

The anniversary yesterday was lovely, and I thank you all for your lovely words and wishes on the post. 

I think when my time comes for cataract surgery, I will look awfully hot in the sunglasses, don’t you?

I wanted to comment today on this post over at Knuck’s because he has a really cool little kid having a birthday today, and the post is a really touching father-to-daughter post even with that special Knuck brand o’ sarcasm (heh), and I just liked it. Having also been an only child and daughter (in this scenario my sister doesn’t count), I dug it (and got just a little bit

When I was a little kid, I had a collection of collections.

At various times (and sometimes all at once) I had collections of keychains, stickers, erasers, stuffed animals, stamps, coins, and plastic bags.

That's right, you heard me. Plastic bags.

I've been thinking about my collections this week as I've been going through a box of stuffed animals that had been languishing in my parents' attic.

• Haven't been into blogging much lately. Not sure why. Just busy, I guess. When I get very busy and/or stressed, I often lose the introspection that makes for good blog posts.