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Things I Don't Quite Understand

1. This name and epitaph on a headstone in the cemetery:
Ouisville Earlington Sears

Men on earth have done their best
Angels in heaven can't do better
First off, the name!!!!! WOW.
And that it a quote from something famous, or just a weirdly nonsensical platitude??

2. This conversation with C:

C: So if I had a really long nose, I could breathe underwater, right? Like at the zoo.
me: Yes. Do you remember what that animal was called?
C: Um, I forget.
me: A tapir.
C: Oh yeah.
(ten minutes later)
C: Mumble mumble, I could breathe underwater, right?
me: Pardon me?
C: So if I had a really long dinky, I could breathe underwater, right?
me: No. Only a long nose.
C: Or mouth.
me: I guess so, but I don't know if any animals have really long mouths.

Actually, pretty sure this stemmed from a memory of our initial visit to the tapir, which happened right after we saw the rhino.

(Other things I don't get include the proper spelling of Qaddafi, the reason blue cheese exists, and who has the clearest insight into my heart.)


Laura said…
Blue cheese exists because it's pure, moldy awesomeness and tastes unbelievable with pears and walnuts.
Anonymous said…
I think anteaters have really long mouths.
Nadine said…
I second Laura's cheese explanation. (See also: Cobb salad.)
Katie V. said…
I third Laura's blue cheese ode. Perhaps i'll bring some smoked blue to Jill's partay. Drool.
Ariana said…
I'm with you, Beth. Blue cheese is the worst. It takes like I imagine laundry detergent would.

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