May it never be forgotten. And “auld lang syne” and all that good stuff.
While we’re at it, let’s take a cup of kindness, too.
May it never be forgotten. And “auld lang syne” and all that good stuff.
While we’re at it, let’s take a cup of kindness, too.
Funny how words can have elastic meanings.
Friend can mean “close, cherished, intimate acquaintance,” or “guy I accidentally bumped into on the way to study hall 47 years ago who just found me on Facebook.”
Bad once meant “bad” (as in, “you’re a bad chef, because your chicken stew tastes like vomit”), then it meant “awesome” (”I wanna be like them baaaad dudes”), then it meant “bad” again, and now it’s having a renaissance as “awesome.”
But perhaps the most elusive word in our lexicon is adoptable.
I was originally going to make this post’s name a play off the children’s story Sarah Plain and Tall.
But I’m afraid that won’t work here. That other Sarah may have lived up to that title, but there’s nothing plain about the Tabby’s Place Sarah. (Or tall, come to think of it.)
Maybe they need therapy. Then again, when you’re in (stereotypical) therapy, you - the human bean - are lying on a couch, right?
So maybe living under the couch is Eloise & Lady Grey’s way of telling us they think we need therapy?