Something happened this morning that caused my always vigilant liver to produce enough delicious bile to last several hours. And although I would like nothing more than a Levain Bakery chocolate chip walnut cookie the size of a baby's head and just as gooey, and to share the details of this morning's event, neither is going to happen right now. In the first instance, I am "saving up" for this Sunday, to indulge in wedding cake that I am told will make me eat my words, so I don't want to ruin it with a cookie appetizer several days in advance. And in the second, I just don't feel like spewing right now. Rest assured, however, that tomorrow, when I consider the event again and dwell on it sufficiently to cause a fresh batch of bile, I will fill you in. For now, though? No.
Instead, because I believe in maintaining balance in my oft tortured psyche, I will share a few items that never fail to make me extremely happy, no matter what:
- Babies in sunglasses
- Dogs with ponytails
- Dogs carrying their own leashes
- Dogs stealing sunglasses from babies
- This:
When I saw this last month, I started getting all Weepy Jew about how lovely people truly are, remembering Anne Frank's quote, "Despite everything, I believe that people are really good at heart." This reverie lasted for about three minutes, until I passed the construction site and came upon a group of maybe half a dozen loudmouth kids tugging with all their might on the branch of a dogwood tree until they wrenched it apart for no good reason at all. And then I thought, "Yeah, whatever, Anne Frank. Talk all pretty 'n' whatnot, but look what happened to you."
Tomorrow: Biliousness.
I've often pondered the destructive nature of children of a certain age.
On those times when it caused me distress, I think consuming a gooey cookie the size of my head would have given me great solace.
You could die tomorrow, honey, go eat three of them.
That kind of stuff doesn't happen on Sunnybrook Farm, where I live. We just sit around with our sunglassed babies on our laps wondering what karma has in store for those loudmouth nature-destroying New York kids.
Offered by: Mrs. Z on May 23, 2008 9:28 AMFirst thought: how did that branch grow through the boards? Duh.
Offered by: lattegirl on May 23, 2008 8:05 AMYou are my sunshine,
my only sunshine,
you make me happy
despite your bile.
You'll never know dear
how much I love you.
You just speak
and you make us
all smile.






