Red and white, blue suede shoes, I’m Uncle Sam, how do you do?
Gimmie five, I’m still alive, ain’t no luck, I learned to duck.
Check my pulse, it don’t change. Stay 72 come shine or rain.
Wave the flag, pop the bag, rock the boat, skin the goat.
Wave that flag, wave it wide and high.
{July 4th’s} done, come and gone, my, oh, my.

LOL! This happened to me but there were windows in the dining room and they can’t watch you straight on for 3 hours!

We got to see a caterpillar turn into its chrysalis. It was unbelievable. The Nootka Indians say that Copper Woman (their founding mother) split her skin and left the earth. I kept thinking of their origin story when we saw it. I wondered if they had been moved by seeing the creation of a chrysalis as well and used it to describe death and rebirth in their culture.

Have you ever tried to eat green, slimy boiled spinach after it sat on your supper plate getting colder and slimier as, in desperation, you laid your head in your crossed forearms on the dining room table unable to mask the smell?

Well, every time I faithfully managed to ‘clean my plate’ but without copious amounts of ketchup and salt n’ pepper, I would have perished. My dog, my best friend who used to lick my plates clean under the table—sans spinach—wouldn’t ever eat the boiled green slime for me. If we had owned a cat, it would have likely started covering it up immediately.

By the way kids, do not believe that nonsense from your parents that spinach will “make you strong to the finish ‘cause I eat my spinach, like Popeye the Sailorman” because after eating all of that boiled spinach, the closest I ever got to ol’ Popeye was knots on my elbows like him and some girlfriends who looked like Olive Oyl…

“It’s hard to drink coffee laughing this hard!”

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I know, my keyboard is fully caffeinated. It’s sinful to have this much fun, or at least that’s what I am told at church.

My vociferous protestations aside, you may be converting me! LOL

Just so you know what you’re up against before the Prof goes all Monty Burns on you . . .

I wonder if you made it to the “Taste of Chicago” this week? I want to go!

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Finally, we see a retreat from that solicitous attempt to ingratiate himself into the goat community. After first defaming both goat and squirrel, JT attempted to rectify his wrong here:

http://jonathanturley.org/2008/11/19/a-happy-goat/

Now in an unguarded moment we see the truth. Dog person, indeed! I must now suspect an alliance between the canine cabal and the troll tyranny.

http://blogdredd.blogspot.com/2009/07/who-would-allah-vote-for.html

cherry pie.

Not that I’d have any room for it at this point with that entire cow I ate yesterday.

Yep! Crawling back into the food bowl for a nap sounds pretty good at this point. All that’s missing is a belly rub.