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Random thoughts
Jun. 17th, 2009 11:02 pm* To the butchers at our local Hannaford supermarket: Granted, I don't know the legal ins and outs of the matter, but I firmly believe that if you've left the connective tissue in each and every chicken tender in the package, you have lost the right to call them "tenders." In the future, please take the high road and label them "Chicken Gristle Bits." Thank you.
* There is nothing more disappointing than telling a coworker, "These are not the time slips you're looking for" (complete with hand motion), and having her not get the joke.
* Abbey has begun informing Kristi and myself that she is not going to college, because she "want[s] to just live in the country, have a horse and a daughter and a husband, and be happy." I'm reminding myself that it's a long way off for this particular decision to be made—she's twelve—but the Parental "You're What?!" Gene is kicking in somewhere in the background.
* There is nothing more disappointing than telling a coworker, "These are not the time slips you're looking for" (complete with hand motion), and having her not get the joke.
* Abbey has begun informing Kristi and myself that she is not going to college, because she "want[s] to just live in the country, have a horse and a daughter and a husband, and be happy." I'm reminding myself that it's a long way off for this particular decision to be made—she's twelve—but the Parental "You're What?!" Gene is kicking in somewhere in the background.
