September 9, 2003
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Regarding Raisins
I don’t know who wrote this Denver Developmental Scale, but they must have some kind of thing for raisins. Did you know that 90% of babies begin to “regard raisins” at 5 months old? I’m impressed. *I* don’t even know how to regard raisins! It just wasn’t in the Emily Post my mom bought me. At 7 months, you can expect 90% of babies can “rake raisins.” Somehow I don’t think that means you can start assigning your 7-month-old to do yardwork chores. At 19 months, 90% of them can “dump raisins.” I don’t know exactly what that means but the imagery in my head is enough, thank you.
Blonde_Bombshell posted the following last month:
A couple goes on vacation to a fishing resort in northern Minnesota. The husband likes to fish at the crack of dawn. The wife likes to read.
One morning the husband returns after several hours of fishing and decides to take a nap. Although not familiar with the lake, the wife decides to take the boat out. She motors out a short distance, anchors, and continues to read her book.
Along comes a game warden in his boat. He pulls up alongside the woman and says, “Good morning Ma’am. What are you doing?”
“Reading a book,” she replies, (thinking “isn’t that obvious?”)
“You’re in a restricted fishing area,” he informs her.
“I’m sorry officer, but I’m not fishing, I’m reading.”
Yes, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment. I’ll have to take you in and write you up.”
“If you do that, I’ll have to charge you with sexual assault,” says the woman.
“But I haven’t even touched you,” says the game warden.
“That’s true, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment.”
MORAL: Never argue with a woman who reads. It’s likely she can also think.
Do you believe in fate? Matt and I do. Even if you don’t believe in fate, sometimes it can be helpful, I think, to find humor in the irony of the things that happen to you. For example, if I hadn’t met one of my wonderfully crappy ex-boyfriends, I wouldn’t have been introduced to sailing.
Then there’s also the time one abusive boyfriend taught me to change the pins in a lock to re-key it. I used that knowledge later to lock him out of my house.
Comments (7)
you are just sooooooo coooooool!
cyn
that was an awesome joke. it’s almost scary how much fate plays a role in your life.
It’s nice to see *someone* reads my posts.
I don’t mind you linking to my site at all. Thank you for thinking my post worthy enough of more attention.
) I am flattered.
I really appreciated the comment you left on my site about a week back. I don’t know… sometimes things bother me, and I guess I’m the type that always wants people to like as a nice person. I know it’s selfish of me, and so I’m doing my best to disregard all that. But… it’s definitely tough.
LOL Oh my.. you did make me chuckle with these raisin “Problems”. At least they sound like problems to me.
Fate? Well… i think everything happens for a purpose.. Yes indeed!
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