bidness

Mabel has been relaxing since her unproductive run for president. She’s just checking in to say that during her absence from politics, she’s been barking, following everyone into the bathroom when the do their bidness and stealing bites of food off of our plates when no one is looking.

So I'm sipping my coffee and minding my own bidness this morning, reading my e-mail and listening to classical music out on my back deck. It's sunny and a light breeze is wafting the fragrance of my Casablanca lily across the yard. Then I come upon this mass-forwarded email from somebody named Lowdog:

I hate Internet drama. It makes me feel like someone has virtually hocked a loogie into the air and some of it landed on me. Ew.

The Oregon presidential primary
has been around for nearly a century.

And has proved to be as treacherous,
for front runners,late in the campaign
as NH is early in the campaign.

Gene McCarthy,Frank Church & Gary Hart
all upset the apple cart by defeating front runners
in the late May Oregon primary.

If you’re looking for something heavy, you have come to the wrong place.  Random pieces of the day…

I never thought that peeing would be a luxury.

But with a three-year-old and a crawling, cruising baby in the house, going to the bathroom involves leaving them somewhere "secure" in the house and hoping for the best while I make a break for the toilet. That's usually more trouble than it's worth, which is why I generally wait until someone gets home so that I potty in peace. Suffice it to say, I've gotten pretty used to the feeling of a bladder that's about to burst.