“Tyrone, you know how much I love watching you work, but I’ve got my country’s 500th anniversary to plan, my wedding to arrange, my wife to murder and Guilder to frame for it; I’m swamped.”
– The Princess Bride (1987)
There’s going to be a bit more microblogging going down here at Small Dog HQ in the near future. First of all, I like blogging and I don’t like it when I let if fall by the wayside. It’s fun, it forces me to take pictures, that hopeless bane of my existence, and Small Dog minions are the best minions to interact with. But I’m also in the middle of job hunting, an amped freelance schedule, and writing a novel (like everyone else and their dog this month). Therefore, some posts are going to have shorten up.
With that in mind, I was typing frantically away at my murder mystery and having a grand old time when I hit one of those stupid snags that only happens when you’re on a roll. My brain froze trying to name a street in a fictional town in an unnamed state. Yes, I’m a bit sheepish about it too. Anyway, I called out to Jeff who was in the other room, “I need common street names!”
“On it,” he said obligingly.
Odd requests without context make up a large part of our marriage.
Two seconds later he was laughing.
“Ready for this? Most common street names in order of use:
2nd is first
3rd is second
1st is third
4th is fourth.”
America, dear ducklings, is bonkers.