I just read a story on the Internet where a woman found "solstice" in her work. I'm pretty sure that didn't happen, unless maybe she's an astronomer. I have a friend who tends to let a malapropism slip every once in a while (unintentionally, of course) and it always makes the day a little more enjoyable.
I heard "Cat's in the Cradle" the other day in a store and was forced to listen to the entire thing. I hate that song. It manages to be both the most depressing song ever written and the song most likely to get stuck in your head and never leave. In fact, just typing these few sentences about it has it stuck in my head all over again. Arrgh.
I am hooked on American Idol. I blame this on the television writer's strike. I was never more than mildly interested before. Now I sit with millions of other Americans watching Ryan Seacrest toy with the contestants about whether or not they're going on to the next round. I try to fancy myself slightly better than the masses, though, because I never vote. They get like, I don't know, 50 million votes a week or something, but I've never met anyone who admits they vote. It's like prison, everyone says they're not guilty.
When your youngest child walks in the back door and says, "Where's the pick axe, Mom? I need it." it's probably in your best interest to drop whatever you're doing and find out exactly what he needs it for.
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