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Mojo's Afternoon o' Sloth...

So I was up at three yesterday, doin' Important Stuff, and when I got back home in the early afternoon instead of taking a nap--which is what Mojo felt like doing, quite desperately--I instead decided to take a quick hike to my spot, since it looked and felt like one of the best last days of autumn. The lake gets REALLY COLD and windy once it freezes over, and the snow gets knee- and waist-deep, and a casual hike turns into some sort of endurance death march instead of a lazy stroll. And when you reach the lake, instead of "ahhh, here I am at the lake" you are instead sliced to ribbons by this freezing, freezing biting wind coming off the ice. So I tend to only hike down there in the winter when my Favorite Husband FORCES ME TO.

But for your continuing envy and edification, I took my cell phone with me, so in addition to fielding a call from my Favorite Older Sister I was able to document autumn's last gasp in Mojo's neck of the woods. More Mojo!>>

The Occasional Joy of Parental Units.

My husband and I agree that Seinfeld was at its finest illustrating how parents can drive their adult children nuts. In fact we use a Seinfeld reference whenever one of our parents gets a little too obsessive in trying to help us. I think Jerry Seinfeld decided he needed to go on a diet and his parents gave him advice on what they did. His mother had this whole laundry list of their daily routine, and then his father piped in with "...and every day I eat a plum." Eventually the conversation degenerated and Jerry had to get off the phone and the last thing his father screamed was "EAT A PLUM!" as he hung up the phone. So whenever one of our parents gets on one of those kicks at one point we'll turn to the other and say, "Eat a plum!" which is our code for "my parents are driving me up the wall." More Mojo!>>

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