City Mouse

"That thing is a trap," said City Mouse. "The minute you touch the cheese something comes down on your head and you're dead." The little Country Mouse looked at the trap, and at the little City Mouse. "If you'll excuse me," he said, "I think I will go home. I'd rather have barley and grain to eat in peace than have sugar and dried prunes and cheese and be frightened to death all the time!" So the little Country Mouse went back to his home, and there he stayed all the rest of his life.

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Euthanize Me

The women next to me at Panera, probably 40-45ish, just exchanged Holiday gifts.

The bounty included:
Several ornaments
Something that looks like a very large cookie tin
Socks with snowmen on them

If I ever meet with a girlfriend mid-day and exchange holiday-themed socks, please, shoot me. Quickly and painlessly, but just do it

P.S. Needless to say, one of these women is wearing a Christmas sweater. Nay, better - a Christmas sweater VEST.

2 Comments:

At 8:19 PM, Sandwich Repairman said...: at least they weren't draped in American flags.
At 8:28 AM, Bea said...: It would have been more embarassing if they both would've been wearing reindeer antlers.

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Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Euthanize Me

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