Monday, September 10, 2007

My day is like a seesaw.

I was happy to hear French spoken at Whole Foods, and then elated to summon up enough French in my memory to wish my cashier a good day.

Then there was a dead skunk in the middle of the road, and if you'll pardon the Louden Wainwright III reference, it actually was stinking to high heaven. And it was cute, it was so sad.

And now I'm at work. I feel like I'm being yanked by the scarf.

1 comment:

j.elliot said...

One starving musician came by to say: Oh no! I hope it wasn't Pepe Le Peu!