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Life in the Sticks, Episode 4238....

So Mojo was late for an appointment (not REALLY late, but Mojo Late, which means she might get there only TEN MINUTES EARLY instead of her usual fifteen or so) so she jumps in the car and heads down the mountain to civilization.

One of the many things about living far, far away from other people is, if you are late to go ANYWHERE, you have the added burden of an additional half hour tacked onto your time, which can work FOR or AGAINST you. If the roads are clear of other pesky drivers you can make up the odd five minutes or so by screeching around the mountain passes like Mario Andretti. But if you get behind a school bus or a turtle, it will easily add another fifteen or twenty minutes to your commute. There is NO PLACE TO PASS, even if the other driver is aware of you and trying to pull over to be nice.

So anyway, I have this appointment to get my Favorite Husband's car serviced, and running just a hair late, so I jump in said car and screech out of the driveway. And a quarter of a mile into the trip I come to a screeching halt as a family of woodcocks are occupying the street, perhaps in protest of Mojo's screeching around in her car. (Note to Mojo's Favorite Mother: No, she is NOT actually screeching. She is Exaggerating for Comic Effect.)

Woodcocks

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Mojoceratops...they named a dinosaur after her.

Would Mojo ever lie to you? No, she wouldn't. Because unlike most of the wretched people in your sad, pathetic life, Mojo cares about you, oh lucky internet stranger. Cares enough about you to always tell you the truth. Granted, if you ask my beloved Favorite Mother, she will insist there are times when I've mentioned her on this blog where she believes I have maybe "stretched" things a bit for comic effect. To which I say: I am shocked, SHOCKED, I tells ya, that she would ever say such a thing about her Forgotten Middle Child. And people wonder how Mojo turned out as well as she did, with THAT sort of thing going on in the background.

But I digress. This is just a quick non-mockingbird post to announce that yes, indeed, they have indeed discovered a new dinosaur and named it after Yours Truly. And none of them wimpy stupid scurrying ratlike chicken dinosaurs, neither, but a proud 'Ceratops style critter. The sort that could turn over your car and gore a T-Rex. And then make it with da ladies like nobody's bidness.

Mojoceratops 2

Have a good weekend, folks. Even if you're one of those sorry sorts who DON'T have a dinosaur named after you....

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Yes, I hear you bellowing in impotent rage: how can one possibly improve something as already wonderful as Mojo? You CRAZY, woman? Rest assured Mojo is no more crazy now than she has ever been; just that, as the year and the decade draw to a close even someone as shallow and idiotic as Mojo may pause and reflect and see perhaps how things might be done differently. Change or stagnate; grow or die; choose your own personal cliché to add to the mix. More Mojo!>>

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