notes from
the MUCK . . .

How does your garden grow? With muck, muck and more muck! I spent much of today finishing the final muck box and then shifting muck from one box to the next. The first box, which the Big Lad is enthusiastically pointing out, has been rotting down for two years now and once we’d removed the top quarter of unrotted material, we found we’d hit the pay dirt.

Sunday, April 15, 2007


7 days seemed the appropriate amount of time to let the dust settle on the monumental Hail Mary that Matthew dropped on our lives last Sunday. We will forever be grateful to him, and rest assured there's a commemorative post in the pipelines, though I feel dwarfed by the enormity of the achievement.

Lots of things have happened in between I suppose, though none of them could really come close to an evening in oo de lallying it up, and laughing when the phony King of England says he has a dirty thumb.

Seems like the thing to do though is to get back on the ol' wagon and start posting again...I feel like we don't need much, just a gentle quiz as we prepare for Monday to spoil everything:

A Sudanese man was startled by a strange noise after midnight; rushing outside he interrupted a man who was having sex with one of his goats. He duly bound the farm yard Casanova and put the issue before the tribal elders who decided on an appropriate resolution to the situation; first correct answer in comments wins - no consultation of Papa Google for 24 hrs.

Also, I suppose it would be remiss of me not to dwell on the troubling news that Wolfowitz has a girlfriend, and wonder at how this ended happily for all:

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