Ma Nature has forgotten that it's supposed to be Spring, the sun is playing peek-a-boo behind clouds, and the mercury's struggling to top 50 degrees. As a result, I have given up weeding in the flower beds today as a Bad Idea and am going to finish laundry and write some more. I need to take the defibrillator paddles to The Arms Room next.
In other news, this week's column is up at Low End Mac.
Uhhhmmmm Tam, remember the old saying about lighting matches in powder magazines?
ReplyDeleteYeah, well electrical shocks from defribrilator pads will have a similiar effect.
I'm just sayin'
;-)
"I need to take the defibrillator paddles to The Arms Room next."
ReplyDeleteI've been so proud of myself for not bugging you about that...
...but yeah.
Charge to 900! Okay, CLEAR!
ReplyDeleteSeriously, though - - I'm looking forward to your resuming the Sunday Smith series - - Or at least frequent postings at The Arms Room.
Great Blog Tam,
ReplyDeleteI followed you over from Munchkin Wrangler
To borrow a bit from Lovecraft,"That is not dead which sleeping lies. And with strange aeons, even death may die".
ReplyDeleteI had the air conditioning on a few days ago here in Indy. But this morning I had to turn the heat back on when I woke to discover the house was down to 61 degrees. Luckily my wife was still sleeping under the quilt(s) or She Who Is Cold At 72 would have had a few things to say.
ReplyDeleteA few cold days aren't uncommon through May (aka race month). After the race, it won't be cold.
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