Belated

I was anxious for you to post because I wanted to wish you a happy birthday.  I had to settle for sending you a text and posting on your Facebook page.  I bet Brian will even wish you a happy birthday in the comments.  He's good like that.  He may also be our only fan right now.  I'll take it.  Quality, not quantity.

I suppose that most hatred is based in fear.  I was about to argue that my hate for the entire Kardashian family is not rooted in fear until I realized that I'm afraid that my daughter may grow up to admire or strive to become like them in some way.  That's some seriously scary shit.  I'm confident that she's already smarter than that, though.

The pigtails/ponytails thing is just a matter of iteration?  Why don't we just call them "a ponytail" and "ponytails"?  What do you call three?  It seems like pigtails should be curled in some way.  Are they still a ponytail or pigtails if they are braided?  At what age do pigtails go from completely adorable to pornstar?

Is punctuation outside of quotes a complete no-no?  I don't feel right putting it inside.  It makes it seem like the question mark is part of the word.   It's not.  I want to say "ponytails" not "ponytails?".  There.  I did it again.

While on the treadmill, Rusty Nails blew his nose into a gym issued hand towel.  How am I supposed to use one of those towels ever again?

Last month Dee and I were in a similar technology-poor situation.  It wasn't quite as bad as yours, though.  The roof in our building was being replaced so we were without air conditioning and TV for over a week (we have Directv and the satellite is on the roof).  We still had Internet access.  I would not have been happy if we were without Internet as well.  I would have probably gone out and killed pigeons.

I was walking Ruthie this weekend when I saw an injured pigeon on the sidewalk leaning up against a building.  It was alive because it was turning its head and watching me (more likely, Ruthie) but it didn't seem to be able to move otherwise.  I didn't feel the urge to stomp it.  I kinda felt sorry for it.  Maybe my attitude on pigeons is changing.

I've never read The Grapes of Wrath.  In fact, I've read very few classic novels.  I'm now intrigued by it and it's weird ending.