I wish people who have trouble communicating would just shut up.
-- Tom Lehrer
And since I don't really have anything to say today, but feel bad because I haven't posted since last Thursday, instead of remaining silent (like I should) I will waste your time by sharing with you the following troubled salutation from some SPAM that appeared in my inbox today:
"Good time of the day!"
And the muddled valediction:
The Middle Carrotstick frequently gives me this look. He is thinking "Mom, I love ya, but you just don't make sense." Just like SPAM doesn't make sense -- both the kind you get in your email inbox, AND the kind you get in a can at the grocery store.
Do you have any sweet nothings you'd like to whisper in my ear?