is it just mrs. g. or is everyone else sick of looking at that damn leaf photo? or, alternately titled, the old gal finally plugs black in or, alternately alternately titled, a fresh, piping hot Full Confessional Friday! 11/8/2013
Mrs. G. is back today, peaceful and rested from her nearly three week Luddite cleanse -- no television, no computer, no Facebook, no email, no radio, unplugged. She would like to have given you fair warning but when she reaches technological/media burnout, it comes on like that day you know you need a haircut and your stylist is off (Really, Marissa? You needed to spend time with your children today? Is that what we're calling professionalism now? Fine, I guess.) and come hell or high water you are going to get a haircut today, by somebody, anybody, even though you consciously know you and your head are on a road to ruin, and that poor Marissa is going to spend at least eight months reclaiming and reconstructing what's left behind, all while kindly, gently ministering to your general morale and sense of well being because...your hair, it's really fucked up -- it's not doing your face any favors -- and she plain feels sorry for you.
It comes on like that -- fast and irrational -- and Mrs. G. just starts pulling cords out of walls. At least the elections are over.
So, hello again, you fine women you. Bear hugs all around, More stories on Monday, a couple of good ones too. When it's so quiet, it's easy to take a fairly detailed personal inventory. More on that later.
But it's Friday, so get your motors running...
Be it Venial or Mortal (there's no escaping Original), we've all got secrets -- light, dark, funny, sad -- worth bringing to light. The act of confession can be liberating, mollifying and entertaining. Contrition? Repentance? A shot of Tequila? That's your call, sister.
Photo: A smiling British volunteer is pictured with the dog that acted as her regiment's mascot. The adoption of dogs as mascots by British regiments reflects the important military roles fulfilled by dogs as far back as ancient Egyptian, Greek and Roman times, where dogs were variously used as sentries, messengers and trackers.
Although this mascot may have had a more symbolic purpose, dogs did fulfil a variety of practical roles during World War I including hunting for rats, carrying food and ammunition, and pulling carts and sledges. The regiment this dog was attached to was the Queen Mary's Army Auxiliary Corps.