June 27, 2005

That last comment is directed to my mother-in-law and any other person who would like to comment.

This morning, I was related to Kim the email I had gotten from my mother-in-law and musing on her handle. I wondered out loud what it would have been like to be in your twenties in the twenties, not that my mother-in-law or even my father is that old, and then I moved on to what people will say of us.

“How wonderful it must have been to be young and in a live air in the early 2000s in the old US of A.” Yes, that’s how people will talk then. “How strange not to be able to choose your liver.”

“Ooohie. What do you mean not to be able to choose your liver? How can that be?”

“Well, they’d be born with it, you see.”

“Born?”

“Never mind. Well, how strange it must be to have dogs as pets.”

“Dogs, they’re not just for breakfast any more.”

“Right. No liver-choice and dogs as pets.”

“Pets? As in my pet Octo? Come here Rover. That’s a good squid.”

“He’s not a squid, you know.”

“I just say that to annoy him.”

“Can you imagine your strongest expression words being ‘Dash it’ and ‘Yikes’.” So, OK. They’ll mix up their times and countries a little bit. Just blame it on PJ Wodehouse. OK. People will be stupider.

So, OK. you have some time on your hands if you are an innkeeper. I also need to talk about Spot and his ear. That’ll be another post. I may have to go to breakfast now. The Arms is waking up.