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Had a dream last night about voting for or against Boulder ballot items 2B and 2C.
Obviously, whether or not Boulder municipalities should be run privately or publicly is weighing far heavier on my subconscious than I’d previously believed.
Despite the chilly, dreary, almost-rainy weather this morning, I went for a great bike ride up Flagstaff Road.
The ride wasn’t quite so great for the massive worm that I accidentally bifurcated on my way home …
I need to return this blender that I recently got from Target because the awful contraption broke on its first attempt to blend something, namely, ice.
The problem is, I can’t find it.
Seriously, how do you lose a blender?
Avoid sneezing at all costs when your mouth is full of oatmeal.
Just sayin’.
(Oh, and for those of you who frequent the University of Colorado’s law school library–you might want to avoid the south side, far left computer on the second floor …)
A couple of days ago I was really impressed by a group of undergrads who were sitting around a bubbling outdoor fountain reading and studying.
As a person with a bladder roughly the size of a walnut, any attempt to be productive within earshot of running water would be a complete waste of time.
Yesterday I was looking for some cheap spaghetti sauce to fulfill part of the “vegetable” section of my daily food pyramid when I broke out laughing in the grocery aisle.
I could spend $2 on a jar of the “mushroom” variety sauce or splurge and fork over an extra 50 cents for the “fresh mushroom” flavor. Really? Who the heck are they trying to fool? Fresh right out of the jar?!
Pshaw! I’ll keep my two quarters thank you very much!