“Homosexual eases into 100 final at Olympic trials.”

Tyson Homosexual, that is.

One of the things I tend to dislike so intensely about “light” verse is its sense that the writer is being clever for the sake of being clever.

Which means that it’s just about the worst thing someone can say to me about my own poetry.

And then someone did.

Ouch.

I’ll be in the corner, licking my wounds.

A stranger invited me to join Adoptic. It’s a site for blog promotion and what can I say? I’m a joiner.

Look over to the left for a snippet from someone else’s blog. Maybe someday they will create a poetry section for poet bloggers.

Wall-E is the cutest thing ever. EVER.

An extremely loud storm hit last night, keeping me awake for hours. As it was winding down, Steve discovered that his blood sugar was dangerously low, so we sat up and listened to the storm while Steve ate saltwater taffy and checked his blood glucose at intervals.

We live fun and exciting lives and don’t you forget it!

My laughter rang through the halls when I saw this.

Check out the picture in the middle.

One of my coworkers usually ends up in Wal-Mart only after going to church. She’s obviously raising the tone there like CRAZY.

Chase took two car payments from my bank account instead of one, and when I complained, they disabled my ability to do anything with my bank account online.

Thanks, Chase. This is a plan that is sure to make me love you and want desperately to give you money.

The Carter fambly is now within $400 of being out of the Medicare Part D doughnut hole. If you don’t know what the doughnut hole is, do yourself a favor and read about it.

Steve and I have been able to afford this gap in his coverage, but how many seniors and disabled people can say the same?

The “True Out of Pocket” limit for this year is $4050.

Hold this government accountable.

Someone broke into my car last night. I don’t know that anything is missing, but the door was open this morning. Everything was spilled from the glovebox and the console door wouldn’t close.

Never let anyone tell you nice things about small towns. Never.

Steve and I were playing Lord of the Rings Online last night and we got a quest to kill some monsters. I said, “You wanna help me kill some ugly wights?”

Suddenly, I could picture a video of Michelle Obama playing an MMORPG saying the same thing and it being plastered all over Fox News.