I can understand "La-la-la Linolium" but not "Cong-cong-cong Congoleum."

I'm sorta back to reality after a sick day (sore throat and fever). Tarka bolted out of the motel room every chance she got which is unlike her this past weekend. Clearly, the room was as unhealthy as the conference I attended over the weekend. I was elected Vice-President of our state association. One of my key tasks will be to increase the popularity of our organization. I've been told I'm scheduled to go hunting with an old lawyer next weekend....

Next I'm attending three days of training in support of a new job requirement. I really do believe that if they add a new job responsiblity they should have to give up one of the existing ones. My plate is already full and highly stacked so anything new will likely fall off and leave a slippery spot on the floor. How unsafe!

I have two words for your shoelace and velcro weary hands, Marlena. No, they're not "rubber gloves." "Duct tape!"

When is the Tuckahoe bonfire? I seem to remember being called "the most likely to start a fire" some years ago....

I was going to end with a "Giant Eagle" joke when Ellie poked her head into my computer room and asked if I wanted some oranje juice. One whiff of the remains of recent flatulence and she quickly added, "Or a room deodorizer?" When I pointed out that I already had one plugged in, she questioned whether it was plugged into the right place. Clearly our "meatpipe sensibilities" have rubbed off on her.

Make mine a screwdriver!