Wednesday, October 18, 2006
The huzzz-bun hacked and snorted all weekend. It seems he picked himself up a whopper of a cold. Now he’s given me the gift of germs, turned me into a simmering (when I'd rather be simpering) hotbed of sniffles and sneezes. Wasn’t that just too kind of him? Yeth -- I hab a code. Last night, I was sweaty hot one minute, shivering with chills the next, and sneezing ceaselessly. Today the coughing and throat tickle is setting in, and my head has that “puffy” feeling. I know the signs. I figure I’ll be good and sick in another day or two – just when the window guys show up and go to work. Won’t that be fun?
I left for work this morning and had gone about a block when I suddenly said to myself, “Whoa! This doesn’t look right.” I touched my face, and realized I didn’t have my driving glasses on. I can see up close just fine, but not far away. I had to turn around and go back home for my glasses. Duh.
If you have mental problems, limited funds, and crappy legal representation, I’d stay out of small Oklahoma towns with crooked cops and unethical prosecutors. I read about half of John Grisham’s new book, “The Innocent Man,” last night. This one isn't fiction. It’s the unbelievably horrible story of an Oklahoma man with mental problems, no money, and a terrible lawyer who was convicted of a rape-murder he didn’t commit and spent eleven years in prison. It’s a terrific story, and a must-read for anyone interested in the American justice system (or lack thereof). It's counterintuitive to the common misconception that in America justice will prevail and no innocent person will go to jail. Riiiiight; tell it to this and another couple of innocent guys from the same town who missed execution by about a hair's breadth.
For Sale Cheap: One Pissed Off Dog
Apparently, the dog has it in for me again. I came in from work and she'd shredded the newspaper all over the den. That was fun, picking up confetti and wads of chewed paper still dripping with dog drool. I don't know what her problem is this time. Mad because I went off to work and didn't take her, perhaps? It's been so long since she's done this that I can't remember what the Riddle of the Ripped Up Paper means.
Roxan has some Words Gone Bad -- Hooked on Hoodlums? -- for us today. We could perhaps call it Fun With Fonics. Give them your best shot; give us some definitions here.
juctice - When you've been duck taped, juct put some ice on it and you'll feel all better.
sirtte - Um, a man's garment that a ma'am should never wear?
shopuld - What the Shogun did to his hamstring.
Confussed - This one pops up every now and again like a bad penny. We still love it.