We found this guy sleeping in the sun in our backyard yesterday. Around here I don't let some weird rat crawling out of his hole tell me when Spring is going to be here. I've come up with my own weather prognosticator. 
My belief is that if I almost step on a snake in February and I don't piss my pants then Winter is gone daddy gone. And since I'm wearing the same pants I had on yesterday when I saw the snake and by the weather today, I'm calling for an early Spring.
Monday, February 09, 2009
Wishful Thinking
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You make a pretty fair argument there.
It's like Henry Fonda said, "You can't trust a man who doesn't trust his pants."
Are we talking pants or trousers here?
I believe "trust in pants" was a contender for what should be written on pennies, many moons ago.
I have never used the word trousers. Pantaloons? Yes, almost daily. Trousers? Never.
I'm not even sure what they are. But if I were to guess I'd say trousers are to pants what blouses are to shirts :D:D
Hey, I'm diggin' it. Beats the shit out of the groundhog.
But just out of curiosity, if you had pissed your pants- would that mean six more weeks of winter? :)
Heh, yeah it would. Remember 2007? :D
You know what I hate worse than Michael Flatley, cramps, groundhogs, and snakes combined?
untrustworthy pants.
Otherwise, all I can say is:
i trust my pants.
soemtimes we black out together.
for pants i would run through scum.
and scum is just ahead,
ah we see it,
but we just laugh.
my trusty pants and i,
we`re ascending
through the hollow mountain.
we are peeking.
we are laughing.
we are kneeling.
we are laughing.
we are radiating at last.
this rebellion is
just a gas our gas
a gas that we pass
or i must pass.
through my trusty pants.
(Patti Smith please forgive me for bastardizing the end of "High on Rebellion" that way.)
How could you kick me off your blogroll after that, bastid?
Well BB, lucky for you I'm a Scandal fan ;)
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