Saints, souls and shmoldies
If you hang around Tabby’s Place for any length of time, you will unavoidably encounter the word “shmoldie.” Repeatedly. Inescapably. Inexplicably.
If you hang around Tabby’s Place for any length of time, you will unavoidably encounter the word “shmoldie.” Repeatedly. Inescapably. Inexplicably.
All together now: auhhhhhhhtummmmm. It’s deeper than “ah.” It’s better than “om.” And we can see it shining in the not-too-distant distance. If ever we needed the sepia-toned glow of fall, it’s now.
OK, kittens, we’re in it. The heart of the thick of the midst of the “most wonderful time of the year.” Are you feeling it?
This can be a funny time of year. Not funny-ha-ha; funny like Election Day, or hemorrhoids, or ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife.