you don't win friends with salad

Susan B. Smanthany, 69, died tomorrow. She was killed during a time-traveling incident, by fire of a loved one in do or die situation involving her and herself. She is remembered by her son who's name she could never remember, this was not due to memory deterioration typical of old age; her memory was exceptional, in fact. Her son, unfortunately, was not.

In other news, Juanita Pauline "Polly" Boner actually did die today or a few days ago or a week ago. In her old age, I'm hoping Polly learned to handle her unfortunate handle with good humor and cheer. This is assuming Polly Boner did not die by suicide or, more unfortunately, a rabid/frothing boner. Either of which are no laughing matter.

This is stupid.

This is also taking longer than it should. In the "Labels for this post" box directly below where I'm typing it helpfully suggests some labels I might use, such as "scooters", "vacation", and "fall". If only my blogger bloggs were bloggy enough to be as interesting as any of those three radical topics. I WISH I was passionate enough about scooters and/or bloggering to blurg about them. I've never had much passion for scooters (or anything).

Bloogging on my own page is so much harder than on Kris's. It's also much less fun, much less rewarding, and much more of a reason to be ashamed of myself.

Philthadelphia is philthy as usual. Spiro and I passed by an abandoned house that was surrounded it's own personal garbage moat. Its a few houses down from his. We call it the garbage house. It's good to be back in Thrilladelphia.