Gee, she’s having trouble getting her hands around it . . .

I would never guess what this was until the owner shared. Hint: it’s a baby.

Another clue: it lives peaceably among its furry and mischievous relatives.

Fluffy wants more Cheerios . . .

Despite all odds, I survived the worst week of my working life. For various reasons, it’s inappropriate to comment in detail, but let’s just say I spent over two hours at a lawyers office Thursday morning, and another one today.

A key shift in the conversation:

Lawyer: Look, you dont’ have to be scared by me because I’m a lawyer.

Sam: No, sir. I’m scared because you are a Marine.

At this point everyone in the room laughed, including the hard-ass 600 dollar an hour solicitor who lobbed bombs at me.

Later I was told there had been real concern among the higher-ups as to whether or not I could handle the intensity of the questioning. But the bosses and legal beagles are happy now.

No one knows real estate’s dirty little secrets better than an agent. If you’re in the market for a new home in Seattle, Washington and want a good laugh, check out the entertaining It’s lovely, I’ll take it!

See, I’ve heard about listings like this:

If you and your beloved pet have what it takes to forge a lasting a relationship, maybe it’s time to take the plunge and marry them.

Yes, people are pledging their troth to their pets.

Check it out at: http://www.marryyourpet.com/

And for more about the psychology of preferring a four legged companion over a partner:

http://www.iht.com/articles/2008/07/06/america/pets.php

NOTE: The author entertains no plans to marry Buddhapuss at this time. Or Electra.

Among all the great men, only one could make me feel pride about living in New Jersey–Mr. George Carlin. The comic master taught me a lot more than the seven dirty words; he taught me when to say them, too. Hint: not in front of Mom.
His observations were biting, humorous and painfully true.

” . . . we’re going to ban the toy guns, and keep the F-ing real ones . . . ”

” . . . Next time you civil war buffs reenact the battle of Gettysburg, do us all a favor. Use real ammunition! . . .”

” . . . I would like to be Pope, because they can pick their name. I’d be Pope Corky the 23rd . . . ”