Friday, March 04, 2005

Life in the Fast Lane

I took D.D. and her friend to the movies Wednesday afternoon, and I was *the only adult* in a theater with a bunch of 8-year-olds. I have seen the 9th level of hell and will be getting religion directly.

I was looking for one of my Violent Femmes tapes recently and came across a box of tapes we didn't have shelf space for. I dug out a big stack of my music and 1) got down on my knees and thanked all 7 dwarfs that there wasn't any Whitesnake or Bon Jovi in there, then 2) drug it downstairs for dishwashing music. That's one chore that just *flies* by when you're listening to techno dance music. I'm sure Mr. Voyeur John Deere employee across the street is enjoying the sight of me shaking my ass while I wash coffee cups.

In order to increase the literary quality of my blog, I have decided to start composing portions of it in haiku. I hope you enjoy this new feature.

Skin like Death Valley;
Garments of yarn—I hate you!
Snow driving me mad...

Harbinger of Spring,
Sunshine yellow Narcissus
Smells like pee—must go!

1 comment:

Yoda said...

Oh my heavens... I almost spewed pudding out of my nose at your first haiku. Lord you're funny!