Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Apparent Edibles

  • Light blue and yellow spaghetti strap top
  • Various editions of The New Yorker
  • A lovely placemat
  • Antique tulip table-cloth
  • Mis-matched socks
  • A plastic tray
  • Almost the entire Sunday paper
  • An extra large, plaid dog bed
  • Orange flip-flops

Iris DeMent and John Prine sang it best:

In spite of ourselves
We'll end up a' sittin' on a rainbow
Against all odds
Honey, we're the big door prize
We're gonna spite our noses
Right off of our faces
There won't be nothin' but big old hearts
Dancin' in our eyes.

Oskar and the Pippster, what would I do without you?

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