Good Saturday Morning! No Three AM Eeby-Jeebies Today!
Normally I head over to
Susan's for the Saturday Morning Me, but she's on vacation. It's funny how people we know by words and pictures can be missed so much when they're gone.
On the returning front,
Roscoe is home from vacation. Welcome back, (kiddo)! And glad you're doing the NANO again!!
From an email I'm looking at, at different explanations for the chicken crossing the road:
GEORGE W BUSH: We really don't care why the chicken
crossed the road. We just want to know if the chicken
is on our side of the road or not. The chicken is
either with us or against us. There's no middle
ground here.
JOHN KERRY: Although I voted to let the chicken cross
the road, I'm now against it!
BILL CLINTON: I did not cross the road with THAT
chicken. What do you mean by chicken? Could you
define chicken please?
AL GORE: I invented the chicken. I invented the road.
Therefore, the chicken crossing the road represented
the application of these two different functions of
government in a new, reinvented way designed to bring
greater services to the American people.
RALPH NADER: The chicken's habitat on the original
side of the road had been polluted by unchecked
industrialist greed. The chicken did not reach the
unspoiled habitat on the other side of the road
because it was crushed by the wheels of a gas-guzzling
SUV.
ERNEST HEMINGWAY: To die. In the rain. Alone.
VOLTAIRE: I may not agree with what the chicken did,
but I will defend to the death its right to do it.
CAPTAIN KIRK: To boldly go where no chicken has gone before.
FREUD: The fact that you are at all concerned that the
chicken crossed the road reveals your underlying
sexual insecurity.
Okay, okay. So I'm a little whacko this morning. Catch ya later!