Someone I know had two pet rats, Texas and Stinky. Texas lives to this day, but Stinky is dead. But before Stinky died, he lived in a cage with a tumor on his spine which paralyzed his back legs and he dragged himself around for months before passing to the next world. Stinky's owner didn't have the heart to put him out of his misery, but vowed that Texas would not have another companion. "It's too hard to watch them suffer," he said.
Somehow this seems to apply to me, but I'm at a loss to explain it. Maybe it's the damage, maybe it's the sad story, maybe I'm depressed for Stinky, Texas, and the owner. I never saw it, but I can imagine the cage all too well.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"A happy childhood is the very worst preparation for life." Kinky Friedman
Cocktail Hour
Thanks for the comments on the marriage post. I love Charles' advice about saying three nice things a day to your significant other. You can't really go wrong with that!
Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy July birthdays to my dear lovely friends, Jodi and Laura! They are both beautiful, talented, and loads of fun -- what more could a girl want?
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One of my best stinking novels was "Steps." That was before I was exposed and killed myself.--J.Kosinski
My painted birds are with the angels.
I'm the hermit of 69th Street.--J.Kosinski
If you can imagine the fucking cage you can imagine the goddam door. You don't have to imagine that you have opposing thumbs so just open the fucker and drag your ass out of it. The tumor is the thinking about a tumor.
Love your patent leather shoes...the nuns used to hit us boys if they thought we were looking at them trying to get a reflection of the girls underwear.
Damn nuns anyway, they always hit the guys who had 20/20 vision. I got hit a lot by the penguins.
Hi Doll, I love that pic! With love always comes the risk of pain/loss. Is it worth it? Sometimes I dunno. Quit sayin' all those nice things about me, you make me miss you! xo
Michelle,
As usually the case, nice words and picture.
Hope your weekend is going well...take care, Darlin'! :)
This reminds me of my pet rat, Sweetie. I creased her in my recliner. Paralyzed for a short time, then died.
On a much chipper note - MCBP Blog has a new dress. I hope you like it.
I don't think I understand your analogy. But it may just be me. Back in my English Major days I was told that Moby Dick was 'indifferent nature.' I thought he was a whale...
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