that Free Association thing

I say … and you think … ?

1. Fan::
2. Scum::
3. Lily::
4. Humid::
5. Ghetto:
6. Remember me?::
7. Polished::
8. Compose::
9. Squish::
10. Future::

I say … and you think … ?

1. Fan:: hot
2. Scum:: pond
3. Lily:: pond [ooh, two in a row]
4. Humid:: hot
5. Ghetto: black
6. Remember me?:: classmates.com
7. Polished:: composed [okay, maybe it’s seeing the two words together]
8. Compose::Mozart
9. Squish:: jelly
10. Future::sci-fi

Vet Trip from Hell

I just sent this to my friend. If he ever reads this blog he’s going to think I’m weird.
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God, I just took both dogs to the vet. The big one [pushing 80 pounds] peed about a gallon in the back seat on the way over, and drooled down my (bare) shoulder when she wasn’t peeing. Nice. Bob had cleaned the car for me when I was gone – did all the leather, etc. Was really nice for the one trip back from the airport and the half a block toward the vet’s.
Both dogs were annoying as hell. Sissy (aka that goddamned dog) peed on the scale. SeaBass (aka Sebastian) peed on the exam table and screamed bloody murder while they drew blood. Poor old thing. At least his ears seem to be better. We now get to use a rubber feeding tube to douche his ears out every day. Along with the eye drops twice a day.
I hope someone kills me before I get that decrepit. Or I wish SeaBass would act like he wasn’t enjoying life so much. But, he is generally the happiest dog around. So much for putting him out of my misery.

West Nile

Two more dead jays in the yard. That makes 8.

I’m starting to hear more crows and see more magpies now that the jays are thinning out. I don’t mind the magpies, they are interesting, but the crows are awful. I shoot at them with a BB pistol every chance I get.

Oldie But Goodie

A lobbyist, on his way home from work in Washington,
D.C., came to a dead halt in traffic and thought to
himself, “Wow, this seems worse than usual.”

He noticed a police officer walking between the
lines of stopped cars, so he rolled down his window and
asked, “Officer, what’s the hold-up?”

The officer replied, “The President is depressed, so
he stopped his motorcade and is threatening to douse
himself with gasoline and set himself on fire. He
says no one believes his stories about why we went to war
in Iraq, or the connection between Saddam and
al-Qaeda, or that his tax cuts will help anyone
except his wealthy friends. So we’re taking up a collection
for him.”

The lobbyist asks, “How much have you got so far?”

The officer replies, “About 14 gallons, but a lot of
folks are still siphoning.”