Just Wondering

Do you know why the sky is blue? I knew that once, because I either read it or was told, but I've forgotten.

Do you know why some people leave their Christmas lights up year round?

I know why dogs like to roll in awful smelling stuff, but why do they want to eat the most appalling items imaginable?

I know a little bit about birds and bees, and flowers and trees, but am sometimes bumfuzzled about the thing called love, even at my slightly advanced age. What do you know about it? Educate me. Please.

Why are there so many different kinds of breakfast cereal? You could buy one variety per shopping trip for the next umpteen years. Do we need that much variety in our lives?

Why are ad agencies so convinced that we all stink? Do we really need all those gels, washes, deodorants, mouthwashes, breath fresheners, 50,000 kinds of shampoos, wipes, body sprays, clothing deodorizers, dog deodorizers, and ... feminine hygiene products? Speaking of which, I never see any male hygiene products. Where are they?




The Undoubtedly Continuing (Mis)Adventures of InvisibleGirl...

There are two lawyers in my firm. We'll call them SenileMan and YoungTurk. There are two other staff members, who we'll refer to as Stop and Go. So, Senile Man came in yesterday while Go was also in the area, probably less than six feet from my desk, and he started asking Go about what was going on in a case. It's not even his case, it's YoungTurk's. And I do the casework in that area of Turk's practice. I heard Go tell Senile she had no idea because she doesn't work on those cases, InvisibleGirl does. But Senile keeps on pumping her 'til I say, "Yo, Senile, I'm familiar with that case." So he toddles over and asks me for the scoop, to which I reply that I can tell him in three words -- "It got continued." Then he goes back over and asks Go why it got continued. She, of course, had no clue; it's not her case. I just let Senile steep in his own deteriorating neurons.