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| January 29, 1997 |
Circulation 54 |
Vol. 1, No. 13 |
TIME OUT: I don't know about
you but I'm simply exhausted from cleanin' the basement
... there's rumblin's of an uprisin' ... wifey-poo's talkin'
'bout equal time ... to which I say "Balderdash!"
... everythin' happened jes' like I said! ... my only
savin' grace is that she won't touch the computer ...
besides all you need is my side anyway!
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TAKES A LICKIN': Keeps on ...
our two dogs have this silly ritual ... I hope they haven't
picked it up from watchin' the boyfriends 'n girlfriends
in my house when I'm not here ... first of all they have
4 doughnut beds in the kitchen ... right next to the cabinet
where the treats are stored in a blue bowl on the counter
... they go through this ritual ... (like the Princess
and the Pea) ... rearrangin' their beds to find the half-eaten
bits of rawhide ... barbecued pigs' ears ... any pieces
of Milk Bone left over from the last trick ... I swear
this factual! ... it's jes' like the UFO's ... if only
I'd had film for my video camera ... they stack the beds
on top of each other ... then when the Min-Pin isn't lookin'
the Chihuahua hops in the bed ... lays on the right side
... the Min-Pin finally notices that the bed's occupied
'n rushes over to try to get in, too ... she could get
in on the left side ... (if she wanted her legs bit off)
... but instead she jes' stands there "talkin'"
to the Chihuahua beggin' her to move over ... this goes
on for up to 5 minutes while the Chihuahua pretends she
doesn't hear anything ... finally she relents 'n flops
over to the left side ... the Min-Pin hurries into the
bed ... usually tail first in case the Chihuahua changes
her mind 'n wants to exact a bite or two ... they finally
lay in the same direction 'n the Min-Pin commences to
lickin' the Chihuahua's bulgin' eyeballs ... then they
reverse 'n the Min-Pin gets a good cleanin' ... I don't
know but they look kinda satisfied ... maybe that could
become new custom for the teenagers ... not much worse
than rubbin' noses ... well ... I guess it is a little
worse ... not that I've tried it mind you!
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CHARITY BEGINS AT HOME: It's
still there ... the Pig Mobile sits sadly in the driveway
while we mull over what to do with it ... should we fix
it? ... find some shadetree mechanic with access to the
Midnight Auto Supply? ... put a couple of thousand into
it? ... we might break even on a trade ... or do I find
a nice big bottle of STP Oil Treatment ... or two ...
or fill it with shavin' cream to deaden the noise ...
or do we donate it to some charitable cause ... like our
Chevette that we donated to the Blind ... that was later
found abandoned in downtown Baltimore ... Purple Heart's
comin' tomorrow ... they make the rounds occasionally
... to pick up donations in the neighborhood ... I've
got a black trashbag full of white shirts 'n ties ...
some nice dress shoes ... another bag full of my clothes
that I swear still fit ... (it's jes' they've been washed
too many times 'n shrunk!)... I have this thought that
I could just cover the Caravan with trash bags ... try
to sneak it past these guys ... I jes' don't know ...
I've been told it should be a piece of cake to replace
the engine ... jes' rent an engine hoist ... pull the
old one out ... get a new one ... put it in ... sounds
simple enough ... I'm sure #2 daughter would love to have
it back! ... 'specially if I don't fix the transmission
'n it stays in second gear ... what a decision.
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"Ideas are a lot like fruit
- if you take them before they're ready they're no good;
if you wait too long they rot; and if you don't catch
them before they fall off the tree you miss the whole
thing." -- Mikey, Thinkin' Too Hard
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| Mikey's Muse(tm)
is published weekdays as a commentary on stuff. Editor,
Michael T. Rusk. Copyright © 1997 by Michael T. Rusk.
Printed in the U.S.A. This publication may be distributed
freely as long as there is no charge. Commentary is loosely
based on actual events and may contain embellishments,
bits of fiction, and editorial liberties (lies) under
the guise of poetic license. All characters portrayed
in my writing are purely fictional and any resemblance
to any person, company or animal is purely unintentional.
If you don't get it, you just don't get it. Don't blame
me for anything I say and don't do anything I say, either.
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