...that Darwin is DEAD? That somewhere along the lines evolution ground to a halt, and we're sliding backwards? Once medical science was able to overcome Survival of the Fittest, and people too stupid to breed were brought back from the brink, it began. When the good ole boy whose last words should have been "hey man, watch this" is saved, and good people die of cancer or car accidents--the balance is out of whack. The gene pool is decidedly cloudy these days.
Saturday, October 21
Twenty One MEs
I stole this from Jenny In Ca, a fellow Thursday Thirteener, and yet another Jen.
According to this site, there are almost 1.4 million Jens in the US. Maybe I should just do a Jennifer Blog. I think we all have tales for being one of two, or six, or ten Jens in one class at one time. We ARE the Britney of the Seventies. OR would that be Britneys? Screw it--it's like the royal We. We are Jen. hmmm... that's a little borg-ish. The Jen Collective. That would be the blog name. I like it!
Probably never happen. I have trouble posting to THIS blog as often as I'd like, and Little O's wings are taunting me. Add to that the Honey tells me casually that we've been invited to go out as GROWN UPS the saturday before halloween. In Costume. I am stuck trying to think of costumes. He may go as a priest. I am so screwed. No clue, and it's the newlyweds with the 24 year old-nothing sagging-I dance like a music video-bride. sigh. Good thing I like her.
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4 comments:
Hey Jen, I think we should have our own website and our own club, with personalized "stuff" and everything! I liked the borg idea, we should be a royal "we".
thanks for the link, I ejoy a good plug, er courtesy mention.
it is all between Jens,
Jenny in Ca
There are a total of 8 people in this country with my exact first and last name.
And there are 0 people in the US with my pen-name Sayre!
As to Halloween... you could go as a "tart" ala Bridget Jones' Vicars and Tarts party. Or you could be a nun. Or a bishop (outrank your priest hubby)!
He was horrified at the thought of being a priest. He thinks god would smite him! (Okay he didn't use the word smite, but his eyes god big as saucers)
tee hee.
back to the drawing board.
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