It Weren't No Evan Hardy.

Random Disjunct, Sometimes Incoherent ThoughtfulNess

Jer/Ness: Mom, watch... ahh!... swerve... pot-hole....
Jer: Ahhhhh!!! You hit it!!
Ness: Calm down, there. It wasn't a duck.
Jer: I wouldn't care if it was a duck!!
(Quietly) Poor pot-hole.
[side note: I know that pothole isn't hyphenated, but it should be. I mean, who doesn't instinctively pronounce that {paw-thowl}? And while I'm at it, who knows why I persistantly double-space for a new sentence. They take them out when you post, ya know.]

I figured out the reason I don't play soccer. I have enough trouble avoiding tripping over my feet. Add a ball underfoot plus people trying to kick it away, and the equation equals flat-on-facedNess.

This morning I had my coffee on the go (courtesy of the Cuff Lend-a-cup program).
In the car, the conversation was as follows:
[as we pass some sort of billboard either for or against liquor... I wasn't paying attention]
Jer: Ooooo! Liquor! Let's pick some up on our way to church!
Ness: Do they allow that?
Or do you have to purchase it there?
Jer: Hmmm... I guess we'll have to smuggle it in somehow...
Mom, not paying attention to the previous conversation, a seemingly innocent thought occurs to her: Hey, Vanessa, did you remember to bring your coffee mug?
Heh heh. Mom's helping us smuggle booze.

Matt's cousin is a hussy.
Well okay, a former hussy.
That makes me the cousin of a cousin of a hussy...

The guy who played John looked like Jesus. Was it wrong to be disappointed when I found out he was just John? There was no way Jesus was gonna look more like Jesus than that guy. And boy was that a set-up for disappointment. At least the director didn't type-cast. Or maybe Jesus recently got a haircut.

The church had banners hung round thither with inscriptions as such:
Faithful. Unchanging. Of course, by instinct they were registering in my brain as "FaithfulNess", "UnchangingNess", "RightousNess". When I got to TRUE, I was just confused.
I thought everything was about me.

FEAR THE FLY!!!

I found my farmer hat. It was in the middle of the floor. I'm pretty sure I didn't leave it there, and I'm also, I'd say moderately confident, that it hasn't been sitting there for three months. It is now securely fastened to my head, the way farmer-hats should be.

We had lunch at a Chinese Restaurant that has recently been taken over by new ownership. It's now called the Hard Wok Buffet. I kid you not.
Aunty Sh. proclaims: Hmmm. The food's not as good here as it used to be.
Me: That's because they're using a hard wok now. Instead of a soft one.

Oh... my... gosh. Pretty much the best discovery ever. Complicated is THEE funniest Stu song. Ever. Especially the chorus:
Tell me, why'd Stu have to go and make things so complicated?
I see the way Stu's acting like Stu's somebody else, gets me frustrated. Life's like this, Stu:
Stu falls and Stu crawls and Stu breaks and Stu takes what Stu gets and Stu turns it into: honesty, and promise me I'm never gonna find Stu fakes it... oh... no... NOOOO!
Try singing THAT and not screwing it up! bih-chuzz.

All this happened today, and it's only 3 o'clock!

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