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solved problems; pen and ink on paper (page from an old math text book).

Took Oona for an earlier-than-usual walk this morning, just to exorcise some sillies and get some missing milk (Daddy needs his cereal). We made a big loop out of it. About two blocks away I noticed that someone had (very helpfully) amended a stop sign; underneath where it says "STOP", it also now says "Hammertime".

The milk we found at our local Mac's. When we went in, I noticed that the manager was training a new employee. Then I remembered that this same store was robbed at knife-point last week.

I bought 2%. It helps me maintain my girlish figure.

There's some kind of 'green' store opening up in our neighbourhood, the kind of everything-green store where everything is good for you and environmentally friendly and crafted by unexploited pygmy cripples with rain-washed bamboo and nails made out of kisses. C was all excited when she heard this and thinks it will do a booming trade. I don't. My own evidence comes solely from the fact that, while looking at the window displays from across the street, I almost tripped over the curled, bloated corpse of a dead raccoon.
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  1. bystander12:48 pm

    peple like the idea of shopping "green" but when the amount at the til is three times what you would normally pay, reconcilling a philosophical belief system and the bankbook don't alway even out.

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  2. Kim Hambric2:17 pm

    That line "nails made out of kisses" will be lodged in my head for a long time.

    I really could stop for some hammertime. I find that life was more fun back in those hammer days. I'd probably shop green if there was some M.C. Hammer muzac in the background.

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  3. illustration poetry6:50 am

    those are gorgeous eyes...

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  4. Jeannetto9:55 am

    At the "green" stores here everything is imported from California. Very "eco" of them. Or "echo," as they say here.

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  5. Stephanie6:08 pm

    What a beautiful baby! Mesmerizing eyes!

    Also, love what you are doing with the math pages and ink!

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  6. Anonymous12:03 pm

    Great post, amusing as always...love the pics, especially Oona.

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