My dad's nickname for me is Hamchuck, which is interesting since I loathe ham (and most other pork products). I offer up this blog of ponderings, recollections, contemplations, and things that amuse me, rarely featuring cured meat products, but often starring little plastic dinosaurs wearing outfits. And dogs.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Hello!
I was on vacation awhile back with my pal LB and we were walking back from having a beer and picking up dinner to go. I was telling her a story about either my nutty family or my oddball friends and she said, "Dude!" (She sounds like a hobo surfer even though she's a librarian from Connecticut.) "You should write this sh*t down!" At that very moment, I stepped on a cracked old Bic pen that had probably fallen out of someone's garbage in the alleyway we were walking in. I took it to be a sign, so here I am. (I kept the pen, btw.)
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