Finding Joy in Snarkville

No, this is not the beginning of some truly dull joke. No, in fact, it is the beginning of the really sad story of the mouse.

Mr. Mouse (now, I’m only going to assume that Mouse is in fact a Mr and not a Mrs — as I want to think at that hour only Mr. Mouse would be out as Mrs. Mouse is home with all the little mouselettes) was wandering through the various farms of Snarkville. I’m betting that he was coming home from the local Mousey Pub. He was running late, the Mrs. is going to be ticked and he has to get up early to go to his mouse job tomorrow morning. He had ONE.LAST.ROAD. to cross. In his rush and drunken stupor, he didn’t stop and look both ways. No, Mr. Mouse scurried out and across the street. He got 3/4 of the way and finally the thought, “wow, I can see so well — where’s this light coming from?” entered his mind. Mr. Mouse stopped, he turned, he ran back to the halfway point ….

…and that’s all the little mouse saw.

In other, unrelated news, when Prince and I were coming home from the second bowling alley. It was late and the night was rather dark. We hit a little bitty bump with our front left tire. Prince and I discussed what we hit. Prince said, “He’d been ok if he’d kept going. But hey, I bet the last thing he thought he’d be tonight was road grease.” Then we thought of calling Mike Rowe of Dirty Jobs to see if wanted to clean up that roadkill.  Gives a whole new defination to the word “ROAD DENT”, right?
Now for something completely different, I learned yesterday that the most recent survey of NPR listeners is out (Yup, I listen). The first survey they did 20+ years ago, was titled, “Truth be told, MPR listeners do not bowl.” Come to find out in this most recent survey, NPR listeners are catching up with average America on the bowling front. Now, I only question if more NPR listeners bowl or if fewer Americans bowl? (Isn’t that the ultimate question?)

Happy Labor Day, Everyone.

30 ROYAL WISHES:

1. I wish while I’m 33 to ride in a hot air balloon.
2. I wish while I’m 33 to travel somewhere I’ve never been.
3. I wish while I’m 33 to knit 12 pairs of socks (that’s one pair per month).
4. I wish while I’m 33 to clean out my closet of all clothes, shoes, and accessories that I don’t love, fit well, and look fabulous.

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