take a sad song and make it better

I was just thinking to myself, have you ever noticed when you are having a conversation in which you are required to relay a sequence of letters and numbers such as a confirmation number/record locator how quickly one can suggest words without hesitation. For example, "That was a Q as in Qubert - P as in platypus". For me it's a personal challenge to be more creative each time. A moment ago I was speaking with a Delta agent and during my ramble I annunciated "H" with confidence and without fumble followed it up with "as in HAM". Could it be my subconscious mind telling me I am in need of pork? I admit I was super hungry when I made the call.

Sunday afternoon I was sitting outside on the hot pavement, just as I loved to do as a young girl, attempting to warm my chilled body when my eyes were drawn to two elderly women who had just pulled their vehicle into their driveway. I watched as they struggled to get out of the car and slowly walked up to the house. Being the avid people watcher I am, I immediately concluded that these lovely ladies are sisters who never married and decided to live in misery together as old maids. Panic set in when I imagined my sister and I doing the same in - oh - lets see I'm what 20 years old now so something like 60 years? Moving along. The women seemingly returned from an afternoon excursion to their local Target probably for a tv guide and PoliGrip. After exiting the car and what seemed like an eternity later, they made it to the front door and began to excitedly call for the dog. This is when my mind led me to the following query: do dogs disappointedly pout in private thinking to themselves "of all the owners, why god"..."she can't walk herself let alone me for crying out loud". In the middle of the night when you wake to a dog hysterically barking he is probably one of these fellas - the unfortunate adoptee. No worries, he just hates his life.

I would like to take a minute to announce that tomorrow Big Cherry and I will part for good as he makes his way out into this big scary world and leaves my firm for good. Out of respect [in honor] of this dark [glorious] day I ask for a moment of silence to reflect on the sorrow [utter joy] I am experiencing during this difficult [simple] time.

The wild and windy nights that the rain washed away has left a pool of tears. Why leave me standing here. Let me know the way.

Champagne, anyone?

Anyone in the market for last minute ridiculously scary costume ideas? Try this on for size - a big, fat, obnoxious red-headed jackass coincidentally named Big Cherry.

I've been slacking on my blogs as life has not permitted the time to write this week. Feeling a tad under the weather, incidentally due to the drastic change in weather, not to mention a little pensive. I'm shooting for a good story tomarra.

In closing I would like to report I heard from Zuber earlier this week. Outside of having a splinter removed from his ass by a medical professional he has had a delightful week. I am going to a haunted house tonight and I am enthralled! Goodnight, you guys...

~ SASSY