A little bit of Nowhere

Ever notice how it's the little things in life that amuse us so much? More to the point, ever notice how it's the silly little idiocies in life that amuse us more than anything else? Well, this is not as much ''the little blog that could'' as it is ''the blog that enjoys going up the down escalator in your local mall.'' Will it have anything of real importance? No, probably not. But enjoy the ride never the less!

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Friday, April 22, 2005
 
The One That'll Probably Have You Saying,
"I Really Didn't Need To Know That" Afterwards

Remember how, long ago, I mentioned I'd discovered what the term "meatus" means, and subsequently what part of the body it refers to? Well, today Mel gave me the chance to use it in a sentence. I'm very afraid now. It's just one of those words that's both funny and disturbing to hear used in a conversation (at least one not between doctors) , and only if you know what it means. I feel as if I've just violated some sort of English language law or something.

Mel would like to add here: "Wimp."

And on a somewhat related subject, a few nights ago Mel & I took up the task of cleaning up our large storage closet. For the past year it's epic space has been home to a lot of empty, uncollapsed boxes. It took us a few hours, but now there is definitely more room, and our front hall is now significantly uncluttered.

Now protocol required we clean up the uppermost shelves in this closet, the shelves that are high enough for even me to want to use a stepladder. As we were pushing a few re-organized boxes back up onto the top shelf, one box caught on something. I found this rather peculiar and hopped onto the stepladder to see what had been hiding up there.

Imagine my surprise when I pulled down a 2002 issue of a local swinger's magazine! I understand that swingers need specialized magazines to read too, but this was really a case of too much information. I don't want to know that guy who lived in the apartment before us was seeing if there were any girls or guys up for wife-swapping or a menage. I really don't. It makes me fear the reason our walls were repainted before Mel & I moved in. Or why the kitchen counter was replaced beforehand too, though this may explain how that enormous crack in the counter got there.

He also had, we discovered courtesy of some invoices left in the magazine, a lot of medical expenses in 2002 as well. I can only hope they weren't swinger-related....

Today's Lesson: apparently you are a wimp if you can't use "meatus" in a regular sentence without feeling like you've molested the English language somehow.