Gimme a pigfoot

25 09 2013

I’m so out of it: A woman has apparently been chronicling her sandwich-making trek to an engagement ring.

And now she’s “outed” herself.

(Why the air quotes? Why the fucking sandwiches?)

I don’t care what she does, so much so that I stopped reading the NYPost story  in which she reveals herself as. . . (snore).

However, I was sufficiently taken with this set-up to imagine the following plot twist: She gets to 299 and then (ba ba ba BUM) stops.

Just stops.

And he’ll be all “what, you won’t make me a sandwich? I’m hungry! You’re going to let one sandwich get in the way our engagement?”

And she’ll be all “Are YOU going to let one sandwich get in the way of our engagement?”

A standoff! The thrills! A book deal in the making!

I still wouldn’t read to the end of the story, though.

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26 09 2013
dmfant

We become religious,
then we turn from it,
then we are in need and maybe we turn back.
We turn to making money,
then we turn to the moral life,
then we think about money again.
We meet wonderful people, but lose them
in our busyness.
We’re, as the saying goes, all over the place.
Steadfastness, it seems,
is more about dogs than about us.
One of the reasons we love them so much.

“How It Is with Us, and How It Is with Them” by Mary Olive

26 09 2013

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