Monday, June 27, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
A dead cat.
In the rose bushes in my front yard.
He went and got the neighbor whose cat it was (had been), and I took a cue from the first neighbor and expressed sympathy for his loss.
Later I came back to my senses and remembered I’M the one who needs sympathy because I’M the one who stumbled upon a DEAD CAT in the rose bushes.
 The relative degree to which my liking for you increases depends fully on how much I like you now. If I already like you a lot, then this added knowledge can only be a drop in the sea of my appreciation of you. But if I only barely tolerate you, then you might move up to the level of respectful tolerance, which I’d say is a big jump.
 This line, in addition to being from a movie, is what always runs through my head after changing Jonah’s diapers.