How many push-ups can you do?
I've never really wanted to find out. Push ups don't seem to really work out any muscle groups or be a very good exercise in general. If I felt like exercising, I'd do pilates or yoga.
You crash your friend's car because you're driving too fast in bad weather. Everyone's okay, but the car has to go into the shop. Who pays the deductible?
I do, obviously. How is that a question?
What item(s) do you have to prevent yourself from buying at the grocery store?
Submitted by Places Unknown.
Costly cheeses. Seriously, Harris Teeter has all these cheese out for free tastes and they're really good and I like them but they cost so MUCH.
Have you ever tracked down any of your old high school friends and fellow students?
Submitted by campsite2007.
No, I have run into some of them though. The worst was when I worked for the newspaper, I kept dealing with their mothers for one reason or another. Said mothers would think I'd want to know everything their children were up to. Sometimes I did want to know, others, not so much.
I don't really miss those people much.
Baby Wildcat, by Melanie Cook.
I love the way her whiskers curl…
like the curve of an umbrella.
Spread wide,
spread low
I love the way she stalks the hallway,
front lowered,
like a wildcat.
Baby wildcat.
Baby wildcat purrs before she reaches me,
watching, in anticipation of my touch.
I reach down and she rubs her body along my hand
purring,
rubbing her head around my wrist.
Wrapping herself around my little finger.
Wrapping me around hers.
I love my cat.
And she loves me.
My magic cat.
My Mosi cat.
My purrball.
Hear her purr
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking.
And a grey mist on the sea’s face and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over
What are you going to do with your tax return?
Submitted by KB.
What return? We owed money.
What's your suggestion for the Question of the Day?
Inspired by Princesskasren.
Fasten then zip, or zip then fasten?
Do you believe there is intelligent life on other planets?
Awful waste of space, watch Contact.
