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One night I dreampt I was walking across the street…Many scenes from my life flashed across the skyIn each scene I noticed footprints in the asphaltSometimes they were in the street,Sometimes they tracked the street onto the driveway.This bothered me because I imaginedthat during the time of making footprintsThe asphalt was hotand I felt sorrowfulbecause I imagined sore footsies.So I asked the world,Was this a dare?Or was this some folly?Is this a sign of the warming globe,Or just a prank(while wearing bathrobe)?I've scratched my initialsIn new cementBut tread the street?That's really bent.
Hope they remembered to wipe their feet before heading indoors?!
I hope it was worth the walk!. :-)
Looks like Santa came early and left his sooty footprints all over Pasadena.I hope he brought you something nice.
This is what happens when you cross the road while texting.
The footprints of Homo Pasadenus will be studied in the University of Mars Anthropology Department in centuries to come.
Can't top any of these so I'll just resort to wishing you all a Merry Christmas and Happy Hannakah!!!
I'm with TheChieftess!!! Have a lovely day tomorrow. Merry Christmas from Lauren and Mr Lauren too :).
So nice to see you all on this Christmas Eve, despite the nefarious activities of Homo Pasadenus, traipsing across newly-surfaced streets. And look! We have an original Susan K. poem to enjoy. It's a beautiful day.
I thought of you as I drove home from La Canada yesterday. ;-)Hope you and yours have a Merry Christmas and safe Holidays!
Oh, good grief! Workers who were paving a section of the nearby highway told me to not step on the newly laid asphalt as it would have melted the shoes off my feet (Did they say 850-degrees F? I don't remember.) Whoever did this, melted their foot prints into the asphalt instead. Must've been really hot to trot for what ever was on this side of the road.
Invisible Man to paperboy: "The roof was better!"
847 needed a cuppa sugar. 853 was blocked off as is evidenced by the blockade. The only OBVIOUS answer was to traipse across the road to borrow a cup from 852. Dang, foiled by the hot roller, again! Stayed for coffee until the feet (and street) cooled down a bit!).
and don't be blaming the Homo Pasadenus, I've got my money on the Hetero Pasadenus, no Homo Pasadenus would ruin a good pair of shoes to run across the street or leave such a mess in the street!
These are excellent -- I can't think of anything more to add except:Merry Christmas to you, John, & Boz.
We're back from dinner with friends, the house is toasty, and Boz is snuggled in his bed (right by the heating vent). While we were out we did not text, even when we were not walking or driving. Our hosts didn't text either.I hope you're all snuggled in your snuggly beds and ready for Santa.
Well, I was pleased to know that everyone in my family had a good christmas this year, but for some reason it just didn't feel like christmas to me. There weren't too many fun and intresting events happening this holiday. I guess people were too shocked about the world coming to an end that it was hard get into the christmas spirit.But I don't blame them for feeling that way. I hope it wasn't this bad for you guys.
Hi Jato: as one commenter said, "Worst apocalypse ever." But we managed.
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