I was alerted to this website by a friend. In the interest of full disclosure I would say about 70 of these items apply to me. I'm sure J.V. would want me to ad "cheese" to the list. I think I would also ad San Francisco to the list.
The beach in march is either really cold and rainy (march showers bring, april showers, which bring may flowers....but more and more in my front yard it is february showers bring march flowers, thanks global warming), or it is perfect. Today it is perfect in Bethany beach, DE. Sunny, warm, the beach was empty this morning when we took Quinn for a three mile walk. Perfect. Hopefully I can post some pictures later.
Thanks for the tip, offered by another Baltimorean about how to catch rats (with fried chicken). Haven't been posting lately as this has been a surprisingly busy time for me. Right now I am reading a book called "A Colongy of Citizens: Revolution & Slave Emancipation in the French Caribbean, 1787-1804," by Laurent Dubois. I'm only a couple chapters in and it is pretty interesting so far. Any book with this long a title was not meant to be a best seller. It seems by giving your book this long a title you say, "this is for academics only, normal reader do not bother to pick this up!" Thus shooting yourself in the foot sales wise. If I had written this book I would have called it: "Blood in the Caribbean" or something like that. Unfortunately I have no time to read books of my choice these days, but in that vain, what are you all reading out there? (By you all I mean my three faithful readers of course.)
Rat you win...I give up. From now on I will just throw a cup of dogfood down the basement steps for your to enjoy. Damn rat. Have to go rewrite a paper on the "Progressive Movement, neither progressive nor a movement, talk amongst yourselves." My professor started class with this old SNL joke.
Dear Diary, We have been on the hunt now for eighteen days and still no sign of the beast. We thought the ice , rain and partially flooded basement would drive it up the steps and into our snare, but alas, it is a smart devil. I have begun to call him "Great White" and he haunts my dreams. He left his trail of excrement across the basement floor as if to tease me, taunt me to catch him. He takes the bate outside our cutting edge trap, and yet leaves the bounty inside undisturbed. Where did you learn such tricks "Great White?" How shall I catch thee and end this tragic play? You are here and not here, perhaps a ghost of a rat. I will catch you.