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Melissa's Quote of the Day:  "My gosh, they're so fat."

google search

Somebody pinged our blog using the Google search "restulex reviews".  That's especially impressive because The Pierce's Pontification was the 136th search result for that particular search at the time of this writing. 

Whomever that somebody was really did have restless legs and to them I say, "You probably also have Cousin Oliver Syndrome so...good luck with that."

appropriate behavior

I understand that after moving to Minnesota, we've entered a completely new societal paradigm.  I also understand that certain things usually seen as socially unacceptable may be completely normal here in the upper mid-West.  In fact, just the other day, I was thinking to myself, "Self, I wonder if there is anywhere in the contiguous United States that has both a population above thirteen and a completely accepting opinion concerning urinating out the upper apartment bedroom window." 

This is something that one would think one would never run across.  Really.  I never in my wildest dreams (including the infamous Zombie Golf Polo Dream) would have thought I would be wondering that.  But I did.  And that's the scary part.

Actually, let me be clear, there was an instigating situation which led to the pondering.  Namely, the situation was as follows: my upstairs neighbor was peeing out his window in the middle of the night.  No really.  He was.  I know.  Awesome.

Let me paint the picture for you.  It's Saturday night.  Melissa and I had been down in Minneapolis to see Brian Regan perform and we got back rather late.  I wasn't really tired and needed to work on some stuff for our church assignment (I still don't believe it's a calling) and so was up rather late/early.  At approximately 0142hrs, I decided to turn in for the night and was just getting all snuggled up under the blankets when I heard the most unusual sound outside the window directly over my head.  In fact, the sound wasn't all THAT unusual as I hear it at least twice a day, usually in the bathroom area of the house as I tinkle.  Thinking that our neighborhood drunk guy (what? you don't have a neighborhood drunk guy?) might be micturating on my baby-that-doesn't-sleep-with-me-because-Melissa-won't-let-motorcycles-in-the-house, peeked out the blinds to see what was going on.

And that's when I saw The Stream.  That's right, The Stream.  Coming all the way from above where I was just getting ready to sleep.  It was very disturbing.  And it went on forever.  It was like I-80 going through Wyoming.  I closed the window and told Melissa that I had a new most disgusting thing to beat out her "Dead Birds in the Parking Lot".

So now I'm left wondering: if you're on the bottom floor, can you still pee out the window?

word pronunciation

Some words should be pronounced more eloquently than the standard pronunciation.  Like 'neuter'.  I think 'neuter' should be pronounced 'noo-TAIR'.

'Noo-TAIR' sounds more like an exotic plastic surgery and less like hundreds of thousands of years of evolutionary progress designed to ensure the most stalwart and desirable traits are passed from generation to generation in the never-ending quest to become the ultimate predator have been utterly destroyed in a half hour by some guy who didn't even take you out to dinner first.

I think the same is true for 'va-MEET'.

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Bruce underwent what was for him a VERY disappointing surgery today and while he was in dreamland  the veterinarian cleaned his teeth.  Melissa's comment was, "I bet his teeth are sore like how they are after you go to the dentist."

I'm fairly certain my teeth would be relatively low on my priority list if I were Bruce.

I hope he dreamed of golden retrievers.