The Legend of Horsey Lives On

Though Jessica may have crushed his body, surely Horsey's spirit lives on, as evidenced by the multitude of comments regarding his recent disappearance. Perhaps it's true that you did not have a hand in the latest homicide attempt. Indeed, if you took your hands off the steering wheel just prior to slamming the gas pedal with glee, it might well be nothing but the truth that your hands were not involved! But really, the blame lies with neither the hand nor the foot; it is the heart and the heart alone that is responsible for this utterly regrettable catastrophe.

Nopey (who, incidentally, is not Nelson. What is more, he doesn't even live in California. Moreover, not to take words out of his mouth, but I'm guessing when he wrote "Where's the shout out to Jessica Levy" he hardly meant to imply that any mention of Ms. Levy is the "[veritable] glue that binds readers to bussmann.bigwhoop.org"**), there's your shout out to Jessica Levy.

Finally, Tiff and I went for a swim Thursday evening. Or was it Wednesday evening. I'm not sure. Anyway, it was cool because in most sports I'm the faster sprinter and Tiffany has the endurance, but this time Tiffany beat me in every stroke (except for the breast stroke [stifling the urge to make a dumb joke here]). On the endurance front, I was going about 80 year old pace, but Tiff was swimming hard enough that she would need a break in between laps, so she'd be sitting there in the pool, smoking a big cigar, then she'd get out her binoculars, see me on the horizon, go "looks like grandma bussmann is rolling into town", and then leave me in the dust (not that the pool was dirty or anything; it was a bit warm, but what can you do in 100 degree heat!?) once again.

** = loose paraphrasing