I'm on the phone with Jeff right now, in an IM with Ben and listening to "Delilah" on the radio, which I leave on for Inky during the day so she's got some background noise. (Yeah, that's lame. Mock me if you want.) The song on now is "Night Shift" by Lionel Richie.
Verrrrrp.
Oh, but there's been redemption, because now we've got "Sara Smile" by Holland Oates.
You'll get that joke if you're a fan of "It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia."
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But on with the reader mail!
My sister, Ashlea, sent me this story, courtesy of our friends at FOXnews.com:
Woman Overheard Yelling Obscenities at Toilet Could Face Jail Time
Tuesday , October 16, 2007
SCRANTON, Pa. — A woman who allegedly shouted profanities at her overflowing toilet within earshot of a neighbor was cited for disorderly conduct, authorities said.
Dawn Herb could face up to 90 days in jail and a fine of up to $300.
"It doesn't make any sense. I was in my house. It's not like I was outside or drunk," Herb told The Times-Tribune of Scranton. "The toilet was overflowing and leaking down into the kitchen and I was yelling (for my daughter) to get the mop."
Herb does not recall exactly what she said, but she admitted letting more than a few bad words fly near an open bathroom window Thursday night.
Her next-door neighbor, a city police officer who was off-duty at the time, asked her to keep it down, police said. When she continued, the officer called police.
Mary Catherine Roper, an attorney with the American Civil Liberties Union in Philadelphia, took issue with the citation.
"You can't prosecute somebody for swearing at a cop or a toilet," she said.Why is this story awesome? Where do I even start?
1. Who HASN'T yelled at an inanimate object like that? I must swear at objects a dozen or more times a day.
2. What are YOU going to do the next time your toilet overflows? Bet me money that you swear.
3. Douchebag off-duty cops.
4. ... Um, hello? The best part ... SCRANTON!
5. Ash, thanks for getting this week's Roundup segment ready for the show Sunday!
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I'm starting to think Inky is possessed. Or at the least a little neurotic, which isn't bad given the girl who adopted her.
She's spent the last 30 minutes chasing both my gym bag (which hasn't moved) or her foot. She hisses at HER FOOT. I'm confused by this. That foot's never done you wrong, Ink.
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Speaking of the gym, though, I'm still training for the triathlon in April. The last few weeks haven't been good on my gym schedule.
Truth be told, in the days following my separation, I didn't do much but lay around on the couch and watch TV. Then I traveled a little and came back to Charleston and I was living with a friend, so I didn't do a whole lot. It took me a week to get really settled into my new place and this is actually the first week I've been back into a routine of any sort.
That three weeks off was hell on my running endurance. You wouldn't think that three weeks off could affect your time like that, but it did for me. I just have to get back into it and get dedicated to it again. It'll be easier now, and I'm looking forward to the challenge.
Next after the Disney Danskin Tri is the Erie Half-Marathon, so you all should get your posterboard signs ready for that one. Oh, and your gambling money. Because after I run, we're totally tagging Presque Isle like it's our job.
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I think it's bed time. I've got a few books that I got at Kanawha County Library's annual used book sale that I'm eager to rip into. I decided to not put a TV in my bedroom so I have a quiet place. The TV is too great a temptation when you're trying to sleep ... I'd rather pass out with a good book.
I also bought a composition book to write down my dreams ... if I could just remember them. So far, no luck.
