Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
REDIRECT ALERT! (Scroll down past this mess if you're trying to read an archived post. Thanks. No, really, thanks.)
Due to my inability to control my temper and complacently accept continued silliness with not-quite-as-reliable-as-it-ought-to-be Blogger/Blogspot, your beloved Possumblog will now waddle across the Information Dirt Road and park its prehensile tail at http://possumblog.mu.nu.
This site will remain in place as a backup in case Munuvia gets hit by a bus or something, but I don't think they have as much trouble with this as some places do. ::cough::blogspot::cough:: So click here and adjust your links. I apologize for the inconvenience, but it's one of those things.
Tuesday, April 20, 2004
[Homer Simpson] "MMMmmm! DOUGHNUTS!" [/Homer Simpson]
I do have a kinda similar story--back many moons ago when we just had two or three kids, the trek to Olan Mills for photographs was a very regular occurrence. Every few months--time to get the kids all dressed up with the admonition, "Stay clean! We're going to go get your picture made!"
Apparently, in one particular child's mind, the "made" got all smooshed together with the "picture" to make a new noun, the "pitchermade." We didn't realize it until we went to pick up some photos one day, and Rebecca was beside herself to see the pitchermades.
And, obviously, they were taken at the pitchermade store.
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