Thursday, July 14, 2005

Mon 'canon' c'est l'instinct

Not much to blog about today. Spent 5 hours in the field this morning in 98% humidity. Ed was not happy.

Oh, and by the way, boxcutters are sharp, as evidenced by the fact that I cut the shit out of my thumb this morning with one. I contemplated telling you all that I sliced myself with a jewel-encrusted letter-opener as I opened a box of hurricane-appropriate chiffon gowns sent to me “the” Mrs. Astor (That dirty birdie!) packed in ostrich egg cartons. But, there is a limit to how much ridiculous OTT (over the top) gay shit you all will put up with.

So I thought better of it.
On an unrelated note: Happy Bastille Day to all the cheese-eating surrender monkeys. I sho' do love some frenchies! (The title of this post is a quote of Poulenc's. "My 'article of faith' is instinct." How fitting.)

6 comments:

Cdawg said...

Cheese eating surrender monkey is my new favorite phrase!

amanda said...

I got in a traffic argument this morning. This woman must have been at least 80, and I, I slapped her, pretty hard, in the face. And then I ripped all of her groceries out of her car and threw them on the street, and backed over them with my Humvee. I feel crummy about it.

Ms Bees Knees said...

Amanda, good work! Old people are good for only one thing: their medicine cabinets. Ba-dum-bump-cha!

Rob Danger said...

There is precious little OTT I will put up with.

-mandy- said...

no, dork. it was me and larn. KL? i'm confused. and no, i'm not alluding to anything. pure innocence here.

Ed Grow said...

"I got it first"-Kathy Larr