“Tell Me I’m Pretty, Then Watch Me Cling: Lonely Hearts and Icy Lungs”

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16 Responses

  1. mist1 says:

    I love guessing the illnesses of patients in the hospital. My mother and I have spent hours doing this. Is it African River Blindness? Cat Scratch Fever?

  2. Anonymous says:

    A contortonisht who pplays the trumpet…

    Ohhhhhh yaaaaaaaa…

    I’d like to get me some of that. 😉


  3. heartinsanfrancisco says:

    I love this post!! There probably Is a Ben & Jerry’s flavor with divorce lawyer bones, or ought to be.

    Running in a Duluth winter is as brave as it gets. You earned those warm brownies, a lot of brownies, today.

  4. Anonymous says:

    You certainly earned those brownies 🙂
    This one cracked me up:

    ‘Ploughing the loneliest furrow. Nineteen personal ads and counting. Only one reply. It was my mother telling me not to forget the bread on my way home from B&Q. Man, 51.’


  5. furiousBall says:

    A friend in MN once told me it was too cold to snow. I’ll take some of that lawyer bone ice cream too please.

  6. Anonymous says:

    it’s a proven fact that most people these days are in the hospital for clay aikenitis.

  7. Odat says:

    Wow..brave, brave woman!!!

    (Great blog…thanks for the visit)

  8. Anonymous says:

    What someone won’t do for a brownie!!! Brave, brave woman!
    (Hey, thanks for the visit…)

  9. Anonymous says:

    -10 degree wind chill?! That kind of wind chill would have me on my knees begging for head to toe Gore-tex… it made me cold just reading about it. In my opinion, you earned yourself brownies for at least a week.

    Great post, great blog!

    (Thanks for stopping by mine, by the way.)

  10. Rocco says:

    “Happily 35 y/o married skinny man with a beer gut and no muscles and just a little hair is comfortably happy with his life. Has never been a risk-taker and isn’t about to start by doing something insanely stupid like have an affair. Plus he loves his wife way too much, so bug off.”

    That would be my personal ad.

    You tell that spouse of yours he better start reading your blog more. He’s missing out on some good shit. Or do you talk like you write? If so, then he doesn’t need to read your blog; he can just converse with you. But you can always place a personal ad in a British newspaper seeking out, not a lover or mate, but just someone to read your blog and admire your wit and word work.

    Keep on running up there in Duluth. I ran through the cold snap myself down here in Minneapolis, but I had two friends to run with. I’d never be able to do it alone. I reckon they breed yall a bit tougher on the shores of Gitche Gumee, compared to us city folk.

  11. JR's Thumbprints says:

    I can toss a mean salad; however, I’m already taken.

  12. urban-urchin says:

    I love love love these. I would read these all the time.

    Excellent post. Although I am now ashamed that I wish I drove to the train station when it’s 18 degrees, while you run in this crap.

    Thanks for stopping by!

  13. Jazz says:

    OK, right. I need that book. These sound like my kind of people.

  14. Rhea says:

    You’re making the rest of us look bad. Boring, lazy.

  15. choochoo says:

    I did that working-out-to-earn-treats-thing for a long time. Then, at some point, I must have had a small stroke or something and underwent a personality change. Or maybe my brain was invaded by aliens. I dunno. Anyways… Now the working out is my treat. I work out like a fiend because I -like it-. Especially when it hurts…

    Yes, I’m sick…

    And I frighten myself…

    Also, none of my clothes fit me anymore, so I had to spend a fortune on new ones. Sheesh.

  16. Crankster says:

    If I may be so bold, “No Pudge” brownies might lessen the distance of your miserable morning run.

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