April 18, 2012
You know that if I were reincarnated, I'd want to come back a buzzard. Nothing hates or envies him, or wants him or needs him. He is never bothered and he can eat anything.
~William Faulkner

So I walked into my office and this is what I found.

Somebody had been eating straight cool whip (leftover from my yummy chocolate pie--we don't often have cool whip in the house) with a spoon. In my office.

So, do you think that bird there did it?

Or, do you think I should blame the resident five-year-old?


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