This Week in Its Briefs - Purposefully Vague
1. The tradition of Friday Cat Blogging, where bloggers post photos of their cats on Fridays, makes me envious. I'd like to have a cat, and have had quite a few in the past, but Mr. Fresh Hell is not too keen on them and would rather have a dog. The photo above is not my cat, yet is virtually identical to one I had years ago when I lived in Brooklyn. (Thanks, Getty Images!)
2. Impending civil war in Iraq? Who knew? The outrage must be feigned, as rational people have seen it - from SPACE!
3. In Cupcake news: as entranced as he is with my ease and comfort with all our newfangled technologies [story to come: When I Taught The Cupcake To Use His Computer], every now and then it's more complicated than it should be. The exigencies of an online outer bank transfer (yes, Virginia, they exist) proved insurmountable on how to get money from one of his bank accounts to another with him in Cupcake Beach, Florida and me in the New York office. Yet he brilliantly solved the problem all on his own by FedExing a check to me overnight to deposit in the correct bank. Moral of the story: Old Cupcakes can indeed learn new tricks.
4. I've been concerned with planning our summer trip to Algeria. There is an important family wedding this year, as yet another of Mr. Fresh Hell's many nieces takes the matrimonial plunge. Every year I vow to begin serious practicing of French early, rather than habitually procrastinating. Every year the airfare is a little bit steeper. Every year my packing skills improve.
5. How does Mr. Fresh Hell attract so many crumbs and drag them all over the house?
Covering, yet not covering at all the mediocrities of the week, we remain, in somewhat of a cowering behind the briefs position, your humble, blah blah blah.
posted by Miliana at 11:38 PM
3 Comments:
Brief note re: Item 5... inappropriate attraction and dragging of crumbs. Its the confluence of natural magnetism and the breakdown of released neutrons and protons normally shed in furious application of talent in a chosen profession.
Be glad he is not in the organic fertilizer business.
Weathering? Are you certain you don't mean molting? Going down to the very bare, very nitty gritty?
Sorry, Stoic, but it's just too depressing to think of how buttes can crumble or break apart in a very dry habitat.... But, a mesa - well that's so flat - rather like a badly done, retrograde haircut with a hint of the Frankensteinish .... fun on a sunny day picnic maybe, but not in a thunderstorm.
I prefer to think of Mr. FH as insanely attractive to crumbs - they attach to him like velcro and resist being taken away from his magnetic self.
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