Sign of the Apocalypse: I’m organized enough to come up with 7 things to say on a Friday.
A reader sends in a link to Diary of a Gold-Digger. I liked the Morocco stories especially. Look forward to reading more.
“I do have this.” Groucho pulls up his shirt and exposes a fine swath of swarthy tummy.
“Und what is that supposed to be?”
“It’s a rub that itches when I scratches.”
“Ach,” says Dr. Mangler, “a rub that itches when you scratches is simple schtuff. You haff the acute dermatitis.”
“Acute dermatitis!” Groucho cries. “And me…so young…so much undone…so many dames still to fun. Acute dermatitis—and I thought it was just an itch.”
“Ja,” says Dr. Mangler, “that is what I haff said. Acute dermatitis—you haff an itch.” He pulls out a prescription pad, scribbles a scrawl, and hands it to Groucho. “Here, that should help.”
“Nein, mein bill. Fifty dollars, please.”
“I thought you said this would help.”
“Of course fifty dollars helps. You don’t think scalpels grow on trees, do you?”
My boy loves this guy. Also available at Barnes & Noble.
Speaking of the boy, do you know why I have an inordinate fondness for the Young Chesterton series? Because the other night I go check on the progress of homework. Recall the child is supposed to be writing a review of Emperor of North America for his composition assignment, so he isn’t being a total slacker when I catch him with both novels open.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“I’m looking something up. I thought the ‘Oliver’ character might be the Oliver from Oliver Twist. I had to check and see.”
That’s why. Basically if it makes you think about Dickens, in a good way, I’m okay with that.
Grammar Girl is my new favorite grammar book.
I put new blogs into my feed reader all the time, and sometimes I forget where they came from. I clicked on Servant of Truth, which had something or another about a history curriculum the author was putting together, or, oh, gosh, where did I hear about this blog from? Who is this person? I click through for a clue.
Oh yeah. Kolbe. Idiot.
Have I mentioned I would have been sunk this fall without their ready-made course plans? You begin to see why.
Okay I am not that organized. No apocalypse.
And anyway, my five counts as seven if you give Castell and McNichol each credit for two.
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