Tuesday, March 27, 2007

It Happens Every Spring

I honestly don't know what brings it on. The weather doesn't even have to be particularly spring-like, which at cloudy and 40 degrees, it certainly isn't.

It's like a sickness. Certainly that's how The Spouse would describe it. Worst of all, it looks like I've passed it on to The Child.

It comes from a place so deep in my bones that it's like I was born with it. It's like my blue eyes or my great gams (that's for you, JP). To change it would take radical steps to change it. Like surgery.

Maybe it's genetic, maybe it is something spiritual. Maybe it comes from some very ancient place so far back in the mists of time that it can't even be named.

All I know is, the gland is secreting and I'm going to move stuff around.

I'm sorry, honey.

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13 Comments:

Anonymous the neighbor opined...

OK - now I know where that great pep talk you gave me on Sunday came from. Your gland will have plenty to secrete over at my house in the next few weeks. So don't overdo it at yours -

xo nayb

March 27, 2007 10:49 AM  
Blogger Eric opined...

Looks like barked shins for me

March 27, 2007 10:51 AM  
Blogger rosemary opined...

Ah, that special almost pleasurable disease...I have it periodically as well...but not when I look at windows.

March 27, 2007 11:03 AM  
Blogger Lorraine opined...

I knew you were going to say that, Nayb!

Don't worry, honey. The living room isn't part of the plan. Yet.

Rosemary, it's good to know I'm not alone. And yeah, the windows never inspire it in me, either.

March 27, 2007 11:05 AM  
Blogger Nicole opined...

And an equally interesting question, why is it that Husbands, French and American alike apparently, dread the sound us moving stuff around more than anything?

March 27, 2007 11:41 AM  
Blogger jp opined...

Normally this is where I'd move stuff too, but in the current living environment there's no place to move it.

Great gams, btw.

March 27, 2007 12:06 PM  
Blogger Lorraine opined...

I'm not sure, Nicole. I think it's to do with their fear that if we can change the sofa on a whim we might just as easily replace them.

JP, What about moving everything bang up against Fran's wall?

March 27, 2007 12:09 PM  
Blogger Grish opined...

Lol The Wife has that gene as well, I can leave stuff sit for years in the same place..

March 27, 2007 1:04 PM  
Blogger Jon opined...

Gams. I love that word. I haven't heard that word in years.

March 27, 2007 1:43 PM  
Blogger Sling opined...

This one's easy..Let us harken back to a time,millenia ago,when the first australopithecine hominid male brought the first "rock-tied-to-a-string" into the dark recesses of the familial cavern,and his mate said,"I don't think so!"...

March 27, 2007 7:42 PM  
Blogger Lorraine opined...

Grish, so can The Spouse. Which would be fine except for the whole "where is that x, I know I put it in y, tearing the house apart looking for it when it's sitting in the same bloody pile he'd put it in" thing.

Jon: Gams, gams, gams. Sacbut.

Sling: that is so close to the image I had earlier today...only my australopithecine hominid female was rearranging the rocks in the cave. Lol!

March 27, 2007 9:13 PM  
Blogger greeny opined...

God, Lorraine, you crack me UP!

March 28, 2007 9:44 AM  
Blogger Lorraine opined...

That's what I'm here for, sugar.

March 28, 2007 9:49 AM  

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