Okay. So Maybe I Meant ‘Thursday’.

June 21, 2007

I took first prize for needlework for the

third year in a row. I affixed my rosette and

Virgil paraded his extra digits around the schoolyard

until one fell off and reappeared in Ma Thickett’s

pickle urn the following Wednesday.


Extra! : Mourning Glories

“Lynda Renn turned the key in the ignition of the hearse of her dreams. Only moments before, it had dropped off its last corpse.”

The wonderful Obit Magazine celebrates those who prefer to roll with a little extra room in the trunk. (Via Metafilter)


31 Responses to “Okay. So Maybe I Meant ‘Thursday’.”

  1. Two weeks notice Says:

    Hmmm… the pickles I had last night were suspiciously crunchy.

  2. Mrs. Benitez Says:

    You’ve been been eating from the jar under the sink again, haven’t you.

    (Wait a minute. You’d better not be referring to the grenade-size chocolate truffles I so lovingly… assembled… for you. Because that, you know, would be foolhardy.)

  3. rather the pickle urn than packed in Tuesday’s lunch box between the rather bland lunchables and a bottle of giner beer.

  4. Mrs. Benitez Says:

    Right now, I’d eat a week-old finger on rye if someone would just get me a bottle of *real* beer.

  5. the rye would only accelerate the inevitable bloating process, mrs b. besides, ‘giner’ beer is ginger beer made with gin, and clearly too much of it, given my typing skills of late.

  6. Mrs. Benitez Says:

    We’re all fien… friends around here, xGW – I won’t mention your tendency to swerve all over the keyboard, if you don’t tell my parole officer that I’ve been swigging Vicks Acta Plus from the bottle all afternoon.

  7. your skirt safe with me. **hic**

  8. Mrs. Benitez Says:

    **Vicks buuuurp** Tahnks…

  9. Robin Says:

    Holy encephedigital conversions, Batman. It seems we’ve arrived in the nick of time….

  10. Mrs. Benitez Says:

    Yes, but you’ve just missed Happy Hour, Batboy. Could I interest you in a Holy Hole in a Donut! instead?

  11. Parenthesis Says:

    His pickle shaped digit, eh? I’m assuming, I’m assuming it’s not of of THOSE kind of digits, because most men don’t really know what to do with the ones they have got, let alone an extra one.

    * I’m talking about fingers and opposable thumbs, ok, in reference to things like taking out the garbage, fixing a leaking faucet, etc. Don’t know what YOU were thinking ….

  12. Mrs. Benitez Says:

    *shocked silence*

  13. Martin Says:

    The problem with pickles (whether bony or not) on rye is that you actually need some Miracle Whip and a slice of tomato to make a bite worthy of writing home about.

    That being said, taking swigs of Vicks inbetween could make this an irrelevant problem.

  14. Mrs. Benitez Says:

    In my experience, Vicks tends to render most problems irrelevant if swigged often enough.

  15. infini Says:

    hmmm time to go dig up the Vicks then…

  16. Mrs. Benitez Says:

    Would you like a pickle with that, infini?

  17. infini Says:

    *dips pickle in Vicks*


    Why… thanzk yuz mz betizen… ;p

  18. Mrs. Benitez Says:

    Just don’t operate any heavy machinery, okay?

  19. step away from the power toy… i mean tool… i mean… oh crap.

  20. Mrs. Benitez Says:

    They have electric versions these days? That you don’t have to crank by hand?

  21. Martin Says:

    Only for the fairer of the species, Mrs B.

  22. Mrs. Benitez Says:

    I hope we’re still talking about gherkins.

  23. Martin Says:

    Erm… aren’t we?

  24. infini Says:

    My Vicks needs new batteries

  25. Robin Says:

    Talking about power tools already Mrs B?


  26. Mrs. Benitez Says:

    I can’t think how that happened…

  27. Parenthesis Says:

    The Ex Granny Wrangler – June 24th, 2007 at 10:25 pm
    They have electric versions these days? That you don’t have to crank by hand?

    Well yes and no. For ladies yes. For men, the hand often is the tool. Word. Whatever :)

  28. Mrs. Benitez Says:

    *another shocked silence*

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