It's ironic that at the end of his current term, George W. Bush will have served twice as long as his father, George H. W. Bush, but has won two fewer presidential elections than his dad. ~Dada
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I would say TWO fewer! I mean, by popular vote if all votes were counted, not electoral abracadabra-flim-flam. And now that you mention it, has anyone looked closely into GHWB's election? Oh, nevermind, I just remembered he Willie Hortoned Dukakis-in-the-tank, so yeah, HE probably won his election. ~~ D.K.
deke: Thanks for catching my error. That's precisely what I'd intended to say (as evidenced by the adj. noun disagreement, "one" - "elections").
I'd love to take responsibility for that gaff, but as usual, it's my damn editor's fault. Seems Sam was off hunting the one mouses that have been breaking into the birdseed bag in the garage.
so, Sam's a mouser? hey, those one mouses need to eat, too!
you just brought to mind all the housemeese we used to get in so-cal. fortunately, we had 2 cats at the time. funny, they seemed to hate each other, never spent anytime together, EXCEPT when there was mouse in the house. Then they became cooperative hunters, each staking out an exit as the mouse would skitter behind various pieces of furniture. Cats being very patient hunters, sometimes they would wait all day, knowing the mouse had to come out sometime. When they wouldn't even come for dinner one day, I sent EK to roust out the mouse. He went in armed with a dustpan & soft brush to attempt to whisk the mouse to safety. As he trudged toward the last place we had seen the mouse stake-out (behind a guestbed/sofa), he was surprised to see both cats had moved to a nearby bookcase. As he proceeded to pull out the sofa & turn it upside down, looking for the elusive mouse, the cats kept looking at him like he was insane. Finally, he realized that they obviously knew the mouse had moved. He said one cat kept standing up from the crouch/stalk position to stare intently at him as he dismantled the sofa, and then pointedly resumed her vigil at the bookcase. Almost like she was saying, "over here, stupid".
ps, we never found that particular mouse, but the cats eventually came out for dinner.
pps, I'm sorry, I can't seem to tie this in to your post, Dada. It's an outlier, spurred by your revelation of sam's mousing abilities. ~~ D.K.
5 comments:
I would say TWO fewer! I mean, by popular vote if all votes were counted, not electoral abracadabra-flim-flam. And now that you mention it, has anyone looked closely into GHWB's election? Oh, nevermind, I just remembered he Willie Hortoned Dukakis-in-the-tank, so yeah, HE probably won his election. ~~ D.K.
deke: Thanks for catching my error. That's precisely what I'd intended to say (as evidenced by the adj. noun disagreement, "one" - "elections").
I'd love to take responsibility for that gaff, but as usual, it's my damn editor's fault. Seems Sam was off hunting the one mouses that have been breaking into the birdseed bag in the garage.
oy vey...blaming the editor...just like any fine paper....great quote....very funny..
so, Sam's a mouser? hey, those one mouses need to eat, too!
you just brought to mind all the housemeese we used to get in so-cal. fortunately, we had 2 cats at the time. funny, they seemed to hate each other, never spent anytime together, EXCEPT when there was mouse in the house. Then they became cooperative hunters, each staking out an exit as the mouse would skitter behind various pieces of furniture. Cats being very patient hunters, sometimes they would wait all day, knowing the mouse had to come out sometime. When they wouldn't even come for dinner one day, I sent EK to roust out the mouse. He went in armed with a dustpan & soft brush to attempt to whisk the mouse to safety. As he trudged toward the last place we had seen the mouse stake-out (behind a guestbed/sofa), he was surprised to see both cats had moved to a nearby bookcase. As he proceeded to pull out the sofa & turn it upside down, looking for the elusive mouse, the cats kept looking at him like he was insane. Finally, he realized that they obviously knew the mouse had moved. He said one cat kept standing up from the crouch/stalk position to stare intently at him as he dismantled the sofa, and then pointedly resumed her vigil at the bookcase. Almost like she was saying, "over here, stupid".
ps, we never found that particular mouse, but the cats eventually came out for dinner.
pps, I'm sorry, I can't seem to tie this in to your post, Dada. It's an outlier, spurred by your revelation of sam's mousing abilities. ~~ D.K.
love this quote...and so missed your witty posts!!
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