Whimsy strikes
Wednesday, January 7th, 2009
Simple Simon met a pieman going to the fair
Simple Simon didn’t have a whole house to prepare
Oh how lovely it would be to have time to go to the fair. As it is, the basement is now ready to become the play area of their dreams for the smaller members of the household, the family room is now awaiting furniture deliveries and the bedrooms are almost ready for the furniture to be delivered. The rest of the rooms can wait. Things are progressing well.
There was a crooked man and he walked a crooked mile
He wrote some crooked code ‘cos the forms are not on file
A letter from the gas company, denying me service at the new address. When I call them they say that their computer system always sends out that letter when someone applies for service and as I’ve done all their paperwork I can ignore the letter and be assured I’ll also have gas. I guess that whole process must be really, really complicated because I don’t understand it.
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
The saleman’s coming and he’s so slick
Dropped in at a furniture store this evening. I think furniture salesmen are the new car salesmen. Or maybe car salesmen are simply training, aspiring to be furniture salesmen. Whatever the case, with business clearly struggling they are sticking by the same old sales patter, and making fools of themselves.
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