/`] 6.023 x 10^23

What is Avogadro's number? Eric thought he should call him sometime.


(if you want to get all serious, check http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Avogadro's_number)

/`] Traitor

Eric decided that he is too patriotic to shop at Trader Joe's.

/`] Carry-on

Eric says that vultures are no longer allowed on airplanes because of their carrion luggage.

/`] Bone

The meal Eric made us from Bon Appétit last night was too hard to chew.

Mutiny on the Bloggy

Yo, this is Eric - this blog is nonsense! The stories, the pictures, the oh-so-clever wordplay - sooo unnecessary. All you need to know is in this rap song I wrote:

Cat food and horse poop and cows in the pasture,
Runs in The Meadow like Jim only faster.
Squirrels in the treetops and birds on the wing,
These are a few of my favorite things.

Jumping on white pants and barking at nothing,
Roast beef with gravy and apple nut stuffing.
Blacksmiths with horse hooves and treats that they bring,
These are a few of my favorite things.

Nocturnal romps through the woods chasing rabbits,
Snarling at kitties and other bad habits,
Cow licking, cow chasing, cow tub swimming,
These are a few of my favorite things.

When they bathe me
When the soap stings
When dogs come too close
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I calm down...almost

Amooré

Little Eric and little 'Bella have at least one thing in common: they are obsessed with cows.

The first thing Eric does every morning is visit his girls. If the cows are lying down, he wanders among them, stopping to lick each one for ten minutes at a time. It seems weird to me, but I shouldn't criticize what I've never tried. But if the cows are grazing, Eric barks and chases them. It's the classic love-hate relationship.

With 'Bella, it's all love. The last time she came to the farm, we thought she was going to hyperventilate in anticipation of seeing her beloved cows. Again, it seems a little weird to me. The most intense emotion I can conjure up for cows is mild amusement, but if you look up "pure joy" in any dictionary, you'll find a picture of little Bella jumping up and down, clapping her hands, squealing "Cows! Cows!". What a delightful being! We old folks wish we could love something so innocently, although we might not choose the bovine as our object.

P.S. We will babysit Ms. Bella tomorrow, so I wanted to get the "delightful being" quote on the record before anything happens to spoil that image. For example, it's too late to change my tombstone's inscription:

J2M
1947-21__
"Never changed a diaper"