Daily Kup (My Life as Duck Soup)Lower back pains are fun. Days spent imitating Groucho Marx come along only so often in life and you have to go with the flow.
I love that moment in back pain when the alarm clock jars you awake and you -- can't -- turn -- over. Suddenly life is all levers and fulcrums. You wedge an arm to one side and then use the elbow to flip yourself like a pancake on a hot griddle.
Groucho didn't say much about back pains, though by his own admission he was a pain in the neck.
I never forget a face, but in your case I'll be glad to make an exception.
My mother loved children - she would have given anything if I had been one.
Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read.
The secret of life is honesty and fair dealing. If you can fake that,
you've got it made.
I have had a perfectly wonderful evening, but this wasn't it.
Touched by a Security Agent
Not a word from the wandering coffee cup. I know he's out there somewhere though. I was walking past the television this morning and something caught my eye. He was at the head of a long line of Thanksgiving travelers being patted down right there on cable news
Not a word from the wandering coffee cup. I know he's out there somewhere though. I was walking past the television this morning and something caught my eye. He was at the head of a long line of Thanksgiving travelers being patted down right there on cable news
I wonder if he refused the scan or if he was identified as a "cup of interest." Yeah, probably the latter.
Still, one thing has me confused. (OK, a whole lot more that just one, but go with me here, people.) The pat-downs are supposed to be performed by a TSA agent of the same gender. Is Joe really Josephine? Or maybe that's just a feminine-looking male agent.
Not that there's anything wrong with that.
At least I know that the cup did not have explosive shoes since it doesn't wear any.
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