My quiz results are Delaware and elephant. Yeah, so?
My dad had an Ogden Nash book. I only remember the last line of one poem: "I would not engage the wombat in any mortal form of combat."
Through a terrible twist in fate, Mark and I ended up at the House of Pies a couple nights ago. I ordered the peanut butter pie, even though I didn't think I would like it because there's no chocolate in it. I ordered it anyway just because Bruce likes it and it was quite delicious. But it would be even better with a layer of chocolate in there to create the ultimate Reeses effect. Mark is going to try Alavert just because Bruce likes it, but I'm sure it won't be as delicious as the peanut butter pie. Regardless, he's hoping it stops his periodic all-day sneezing fits. If he just ate a slice of peanut butter pie instead, his lips would swell up to the size of Nadya Suleman's, but I'll bet he'd stop sneezing!!
I'm grooming my first parti-poodle tomorrow. No, a parti-poodle is not a dog wearing pantaloons, pointy party hats, and eating ham chunks. A parti-poodle is a poodle that's part black and part white.