http://www.theatlantic.com/doc/200709/quirk

(AND)

http://www.theamericanscholar.org/au07/wonder-bukiet.html

Oy, I didn't know this g-damn myspace would automatically update my age when my birthday passed. Now I feel old and ugly! I mean, 38 is an okay age if you look reasonably attractive, with only minor under-eye bags from maintenance drinking (this used to be a six-pack a day, now it's 2/3 bottle of wine an evening plus 1/3 of a fresh bottle, saving the 2/3 bottle for the next evening so you can really say you drink less than a bottle an evening, and so on). At 38, you can still thumb your nose at 40 and nobody gives you any nevermind. But 39, yuck! Now I'm scraping my heels on the doormat of life, and dipping my toes into the cold cold pool of mortality.

I TAKE IT ALL BACK! All that rot about how people on myspace shouldn't say they're 99 years old or whatever. LIE, I tell you, LIE about your age!!!

I'm off to google injectibles.

I don't think I need to say anything more.

This myspace thing has really turned out to be a powerful networking tool!

Emphasis on tool,
Sarah

Well, tonight my sister Becky reminded me of a very important thing that I left out of the book. When we lived in Houma, our garbage men had a signature whistle whereby the fellow in the back dumping the cans would signal to the driver of the truck that the cans had indeed been dumped, and he was free to drive on to the next house. I practiced the whistle until I perfected it, then one morning I opened the door just a leeeetle crack and let out the signature "whoo-weeeeeeee-ooh" right when the dumping guy had the garbage can hoisted in mid-air. The driver took off and the garbage spilled all over the street. Our garbage that week was twenty or thirty pounds of crawfish heads and tail shells that had been sucked clean, but not clean enough to remove the savory, stanky stench. So we had a big schmear of rotten crawfish detritus in the street in front of our house for days, until rain and car wheels swept them away.

but now that Barry Manilow and Mamie van Doren have agreed to be my friends, I won't be needing any of you other people anymore.

As ever,
Sarah