Lily writes:
When is Easter? Why am I always the last to know? Why can’t they make it the same every year like Xmas or Vday? That way I’ll know when the candy is on deep discount.
candy
Sometimes bad people are just normal people on diets who have no choice to be nasty
Lulu has been watching what she eats in anticipation of a Caribbean beach vacay. She’s decided that criminals may in fact be misunderstood dieters. The other day she had the opportunity to try on a police belt—you know with all the little holsters and pockets. She decided if she was a cop she’d fill all the pouches with different kinds of candy.
“Sometimes bad people are just normal people on diets who have no choice to be nasty,” she said.
She phoned later to report that she’d eaten an entire bag of cheesies.
“I’ve fallen off the wagon,” she signed. “I’ve fallen off the wagon so hard, I have a concussion.”
I’m attracted to jewelry that looks like candy
Overread on the subway today
The birth of a galaxy is successful if the internal egg shell of the galaxy egg survives the explosion.
Overhead from Lulu at a bar today, as Mr. Mock was complimenting her bracelet:
I’m attracted to jewelry that looks like candy – and food.
Jewelry that looks like food and galaxies-as-eggs? Chicklets, who needs an original life when there’s so much going on out there? It’s the unlikely juxtapositions that make life worth living.