Gifts From A Friend

06/07/07*****NOTE: Blogger wiped out the two pictures. Now does this post make ANY more sense with them replaced? Well? Or is it all just so much Urdo? (Whatever the heck that is, Sheila.)*****

Today I was presented with two wonderful gifts from my good friend, Deputy K. He had gone to Seattle to watch the Mariners lose to the Texas Rangers by a single, undeserved run. I am touched that he could still even think of me in his time of sorrowful mourning. Yet he did. And for that, I am eternally (in a plastic sort of way) grateful.

I have always wanted a plastic Jesus to have riding on the dashboard of my car. And now I have one. Now, finally, I truly can throw caution to the wind and not care if it rains or if it freezes. All of you who are old enough, know why. Thank you, Jason. Thank you so much.

And no, Candace, it does not say on the box whether these are left or right handed nunchucks. Believe me, I humored MuNKi and looked all over the box. What you will notice, however, are the little baby ammunition nuns at the bottom. I didn't catch it at first, but I see that the manufacturers took pains to include a Dominican (white), a Benedictine (black), a Carmelite (dark with light gray scapular) and that blue one. I don't know what that blue one could be. Maybe that's an S.N.J.M., also known as a Holy Names nun. Maybe she's that nun on the label of that sweet German virgin's milk wine that they drink over there. I've said it before on my and others' blogs, and I'll say it again right here: I am chronically beset with a strong urge to boil a kid in its mother's milk. Contrary to the Jewish dietary proscriptions of Deuteronomy 14:21, I struggle with this every day. Why do you think I took the easy route? Otherwise I'd be sporting the plastic Moses. Now I am finding myself wanting to boil a virgin in her own milk. I wonder if that is even possible. And this is just another fine example of why I should stay away from visiting Fab's blog.







At 82 years old, the performer of this next song announced the other day that he is retiring from acting. In this role, he is singing this song upon learning of the death of his mother.