Category: daily drivel
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time
My high school marching band had been waiting in the lobby of the airport terminal for hours to get the call to board the flight. We were in the lobby because it was the only place big enough to hold a hundred fifty high school kids. Mister E, our band director, was getting nervous about… Read.
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cabbie
Well, I tried to go to work today: Dosed myself heavily with antihistamines and aspirin, guzzled water and focused on plowing through the papers on my desk so maybe I would forget that I had a pounding headache and felt like somebody spent all night working me over with a tenderizing mallet. I managed to… Read.
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stuffed
My head is still so stuffed this morning that I have a pretty darned good idea what it feels like to be a prize 10-point buck mounted on the wall over the fireplace in the den. Get it? Stuffy head? Stuffed? I kill me. So I contacted the office to let them know I wouldn’t… Read.
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puggled
I’m staying home from work today on account of the scratchy throat and puggled-up head that kept me awake most of the night. I could have dosed myself up with powerful over-the-counter drugs and toughed it out at work, infecting everyone I crossed paths with, but I don’t know anybody at work I dislike that… Read.
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talk talk
Hock rots. Puggled nose. Eye gron gree. Up up ter. These are just a few samples of the first words used by our offspring. When the Seanster needed to blow his nose, for instance, he told his mother that his nose was puggled. It was a short jump from plugged so it was easy to… Read.
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tender
I spent Saturday in East Troy again, putting in a little volunteer time at the East Troy Electric Railway, but with an amazing difference this time: My Darling B went along to play trains, too. Yes! I still don’t know why, but she did. They needed help on the dinner train and each dining car… Read.
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play
Adult Swim at the Madison Children’s Museum was a blast! If I hadn’t grabbed a copy of The Isthmus to read while I was waiting for My Darling B to pick me up after work I probably would never have heard about it, and even so I might still have missed it because there was… Read.
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wakey-wakey
Bleary-eyed, I staggered into Java Cat, the coffee shop at the very top of Monona Avenue, at seven-thirty this morning. I had stumbled in my duties as the maker of the coffee and allowed our home supply of beans to run out so, for my penance this morning, I rolled out of bed into a… Read.
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typeface
I had lunch at Marigold Kitchen today, a restaurant just off capitol square. They have a sign hanging in the dining room that appears to be made up of old wood-block type in three or four different fonts, and this theme is carried over to the signs on the doors of the bathrooms, a sans… Read.
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hole
Not only did my bike disappear from the lobby of the building where I was in a class all day long, the cycling craziness started almost the minute I got on my bike this morning. Well, about ten minutes after, really. I decided to head into town on a route that I hadn’t taken since… Read.
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