You may recall my fulminating on the subject of Spoons in Diary entries passim. It was therefore with deep and lasting joy that I found myself obliged to nom this morning's Rice Krispies with this:
These woods are also the haunt of the Bigfoot, or Sasquatch. Disappointed not to spot one;
The only big hairy thing I saw today was in the mirror.
And creeks. Every river in USAnia not called a river is a creek. There are three types of creek:
- Deer Creek
- Mill Creek
- All other creeks - a minority
|The side of Lassen Peak which fell off...|
|You may make a sort of "Squeeeee!" noise. Just this once...|
|To the east Brokeback Mountain, to the west Benny Hill...|
- OK, it was actually a fire engine...