Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Ode to Rose, on her birthday, for which I am not home

Math equations of love:

--If someone stared at the sun for 12 minutes without blinking, the number of times people would say, "Well that was stupid," is how much I love you.

--If a tree fell in the forest and no one was around, the number of ants displaced and unaccounted for until the park rangers arrived is equal to one-third of half of my love for one quarter of you.  So 1/24, basically.

--Robert is on a train leaving San Francisco and heading for Macadoo, Tennessee at 42 mph.  Gustav is sitting by the pool doing nothing.  In the time it takes for Alice to find someone to help her push her stalled 1987 AMC Eagle off of Williston Road, I could find at least eight ways to tell you that I love you.

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A poem of love:

She's a very kinky girl
The kind you don't take home to mother
She will never let your spirits down
Once you get her off the street, ow girl

She likes the boys in the band
She says that I'm her all-time fav...  I just realized that I may not have written this poem.

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Now, a seal stealing some penguins' thunder:

Next, a squirrel doing the same to this nice couple on vacation:



Finally, a very small pig:

I'm sorry I'm stuck at work and couldn't come home tonight, Baby.  I love you.  Happy birthday.