Tag Archives: odd wisdom

When one’s roof tiles suddenly change color, size, and shape, one takes the rest of the day off and has a drink.

One also puts on a hard hat because it is important to be prepared.

Rotten radishes DO smell worse than a yeti who’s played in the mud for half the day.

Egg on my face. I asserted the yeti would smell worse.

We never had many bumble bees in the garden until I started playing Cole Porter on the stereo. Who knew?

I do not regret my fourth ice coffee of the day.

I do regret letting Bubo have one ice coffee.

Owls and caffeine apparently are a terrible combination.

Lesson learned.