Monthly Archives: January 2006

The difference between a rut and a grave

“The difference between a rut and a grave is the depth.” – Gerald Burrill

When Sarah and I were married, we chose sides of the bed. Sarah chose the side closest to the bathroom. I got the other side. But, Sarah insisted that we change sides every few nights. She didn’t want to be like an old married couple always sleeping on the same side. That didn’t last too long. She never slept well on my side. She kept saying something about me breathing too loud and not wanting to sleep on her right side. Now we are in our second house, and the bathroom has changed sides, but we haven’t. At less than three years of marriage, we are already an old married couple.

Good thing we flip the mattress every few months, or those ruts would start getting pretty deep.

No news on Abraham Lincoln, yet

Greg and his mom, Karen, had a video chat today on their computers. They discussed Land of Abe.

Karen: Are you getting a lot of visitors to your Web site?

Greg: We’ve gotten over 1,000 hits this month.

Karen: Are people going there by accident?

Ouch, an arrow plunged into my feeble, little heart. Karen meant no offense, of course, and Greg then explained how people find blogs.
We have tried to make the site enjoyable for our readers. Most of our hits come from search engine bots. We like to think the few human visitors we get find at least mild entertainment here and maybe even come here on purpose. If nothing else, reading the posts might offer reassurance that there is always someone out there who is a little loonier than you.
So if you were looking for Lincoln, sorry about this. But our Abe is cool too!

The Truth about Abe

Greg and I have contemplated a trip to Europe, but one thing has been holding us back. The fuzzy little monster. We feel OK about boarding Winston for a week or two as he already spends most of his time in one position even though he has a vast kingdom to roam. But Abe can’t stand to be locked up, and he really can’t stand to be away from people.
Well, wonder of wonders, James, a friend of ours, has expressed interest in dog-sitting if we go on vacation.
Greg told James some of the details of dog duty: water, supper, bathroom breaks, and a walk if you have time. Greg said walks are not essential, but they are a good idea because Abe is a “Chic Magnet.”
Upon hearing that, James said he would walk Abe at Town Lake, where many chics hang out.
I always knew Greg got Abe to try to scare off his wrinkled old prune of a wife. As soon as he gets rid of me, the chics will come flocking.