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A selection of words from my vast vocabulary, including the ubiquitous "the," the always versatile "and," and the more obscure "incontrovertible," arranged in frequently meaningful, sometimes profound, yet often pedestrian sentences and statements, designed with one goal in mind-- that being, to communicate; keeping in mind the oft-used bromide, "Never use two words when one will do the same job as two or more words would have done, unless you just want to take up space and sound important," which is, I must concede, too often a secret objective of mine indeed. And yet, now, the secret is out.
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Monday, December 05, 2005
Wilma Loves Me
There's nothing quite like being loved. I'm definitely a dog man, but I'm sure not opposed to accepting the warm snuggle of just about ANYONE who would be so inclined. Wilma is an old, obese cat that I got from the Humane Society. She has horrible mats in her hair that I really need to cut out. She snores at night, sometimes so loud that she wakes me up. Did I mention that she's just downright FAT?
But every night when I climb into bed and lie on my back, Wilma crawls up onto my chest and purrs. She loves me. She talks to me. Yes, she is a woman of generous girth, but I love her back.
link | posted by Matt Norquist at 12/05/2005 09:59:00 PM |
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