August 10, 2007
Up-cleaning.
I mentioned the other day I'd gotten my desk cleaned off, then yesterday noted the occasion of having finished cleaning out the corner behind my chair and the window sill.
Before, a nasty burrow fit for a pack rat:
After, much less fuel load:
Still lots of things left, but it's stuff to be packed, not discarded. The search and destroy mission did lead to one discovery, one too (unintentionally) hilarious not to share. I think I had intended to post this when it was first in the newspaper, but it got covered up and I forgot about it.
Until now.
So many comments come to mind...
Posted by Terry Oglesby at August 10, 2007 10:49 AMHer parents picked the picture for the announcement, and were kind enough NOT to use the one with the truly appropriate end of the horse.
Posted by: Diane at August 10, 2007 11:03 AMBut you just have to ask, "Dude--it's your wedding day! Why the long face?"
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at August 10, 2007 11:08 AMWhat will we do without this content?
Oh, loss!
Diane might be onto something.
Posted by: Janis Gore at August 10, 2007 11:19 AMWell, you might be sad, Janis, but at least we can all take comfort in the fact that Mrs. Marshall-Pickett seems quite elated.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at August 10, 2007 11:49 AMWhy wouldn't she be elated? It's her bridle day, after all. Her chase to the steeple is finally done. And I presume all her guests ponied up gifts for her. Her parents must be thrilled too - someone else is saddled with her now.
You're not looking to stirrup any controversy, are you?
Posted by: skinnydan at August 10, 2007 12:37 PMNo, not at all--I'm very happy that they've been joined in holy fetlock. I bet the wedding dance was nice, too. I hear he's quite the hoofer. I'm just glad they went into this without blinders on, and have a very stable relationship.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at August 10, 2007 01:00 PMGood. I thought you were being a neighsayer.
Posted by: skinnydan at August 10, 2007 02:05 PMNot a bit.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at August 10, 2007 02:19 PMA boy loves his dog, a girl loves her...
Posted by: Chef Tony at August 10, 2007 02:40 PMShoes, I think.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at August 10, 2007 02:49 PMYou guys are so funny.
I think they must have made a printing error re: the groom's parents. He is not the son of Mr and Mrs Duncan E Pickett, but actually he was sired by the thoroughbred racehorse Mister Speedy Buttcheeks and the dam was Blue Blue Kentucky Lady.
Posted by: megabeth at August 10, 2007 05:00 PMHe might have been adopted.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at August 13, 2007 08:13 AMEither he was a dark horse in the running and the family is happy that she was able to corral him.
Posted by: Sarah G at August 13, 2007 07:07 PMStrike either.
Posted by: Sarah G at August 13, 2007 07:14 PMMaybe she was just trying to curry favor, but the mane thing is, they're hitched.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at August 14, 2007 08:15 AM