“but pay for your own rape kit.”

I love the way Sarah says “I think Uhmurrica is ready of a heckuvachange”…

“Darn right!”

“Jobs!”

“Hockey moms and six pack Joes are ready fer change.”

Dear Matt,
Okay, here it is:

So, we’re at Trader Joe’s, in the check out lane, when I remember that Matt asked me to get a “Pounder Plus” bar of dark chocolate. I say, “Natalie! I forgot to get chocolate for Daddy!” Her eyes go wide with excitement. So I dash off to the frozen foods section where they stock the chocolate and Natalie’s running beside me. We get there and I hand it to her and she says, “Chocolate is heavy!”  As we’re walking back to the check out, she asks, “Can I have some?” and I say, “Well, no, it’s for Daddy.” Then, after a brief pause, “Do you think Daddy will share some with me?” I reply, “Maybe.”

Jennifer

Moody Wednesday follows grumpy Tuesday. Berryman rocks it goodly in this one:

Dream Song 14

Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.
After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,
we ourselves flash and yearn,
and moreover my mother told me as a boy
(repeatingly) “Ever to confess you’re bored
means you have no

Inner Resources.” I conclude now I have no
inner resources, because I am heavy bored.
Peoples bore me,
literature bores me, especially great literature,
Henry bores me, with his plights & gripes
as bad as Achilles,

who loves people and valiant art, which bores me.
And the tranquil hills, & gin, look like a drag
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.

— John Berryman

I have 9 days to do 150 miles. This is to keep on schedule. I don’t think I’ll be able to do it. I mean, I could, but that would be exhausting. Instead, I’ll probably do 11 a day and make up 50 in October.

Can you say “Another Run for the PA Border”?

Who wants to plan a 40 miler for early October?