In the middle of a particularly cold winter a friend, who lives in Chicago, noted that it was “colder than a well digger’s ass.” I hadn’t heard anyone use that phrase in a while and it made me wonder where the phrase came from. I still don’t know the actual origin of the phrase, but as I understand, the traditional job of a well digger required using a shovel and bucket to dig down deep enough into the earth that water would fill the void that was dug out, thus creating a well. (It doesn’t take a genius to compare one’s anus to a hole in the ground, does it?)
Recently I became aware of a taxidermy technique that’s mind-boggling to me, though I admit it does not take too much to boggle this mind.
I was visiting a neighbor who had some trophy game heads on the wall.
“Wow,” I said of a particularly nice elk. “He was a big one, wasn’t he? Just look at those antlers.”
On Saturday my dog and I watched “Titanic” on a Netflix DVD.
On Sunday, Monday and Tuesday we lived it. Wapiti style.
Yes, it’s true: There can be high water on the high ground, even in a house on a bench several hundred feet above the North Fork of the Shoshone River, where no water has flowed in a creek for hundreds of years.
You’ve probably heard the saying, “I would lose my own head if it wasn’t attached.”
Well, I lost something that once was attached (but not to me), and I really want it back.
So does my dog, Sadie the basset hound.
Yes, it’s true.