13 January, 2007

Anguish Languish rides again

Oh, but before I get to my enigmatic (to most of you, I'll bet) subject matter of the day, I have to give you all an update (I'm still in shock over nearly using that as a verb, whew) on the story I told you all about in the summer, the public appeal for donations to save the surroundings of a Land Trust that was the original inspiration for "Wind in the Willows". They've reached their goal, and the land has been purchased, plus enough extra to start all sorts of gardening and conservation projects. I wonder if anyone from my blog clicked on the link and donated? It's just that sort of world. But I bet I never find out. Leave a comment on the blog, if you did, please. Oh, and that reminds me, I've been getting comments lately, which is new and exciting. I just love to get that email that tells me someone's had something to say about something I said. It's all part of the self-centeredness I was lecturing you all about recently, and it's very rewarding. Plus the people are so nice.

Anyway, I was rooting through all my books looking for something to read the other night when I stumbled upon my mother's old copy of just about the funniest book ever written, although as my comedy class is teaching me, not everyone finds everything funny. However, in this case, anyone who doesn't think it is completely clever is simply wrong. It's called Anguish Languish, and in case you were planning to run over to abebooks to get a copy, save your money (because it's a LOT of money!) and go right to the website that has all the stories nicely presented for you.

But I must begin again. Because you don't know what the whole point of "Anguish Languish" is, yet. Let me enlighten you. The whole point that author Dr. Howard L. Chace makes is "water larder warts sunned lack itch udder." Now say that fast and listen, or have someone else say it fast and you listen. And then you can't stop. Avery has been in my study at least four times in an hour trying to wrench this book away from me, laughing over the the bird and the worm chatting. The worm says, "Europe oily disk moaning!" and then bird replies with an evil grin, "Doily board cashes or warm!"

How many "furry tales" do you think you can recite off the top of your head? How's about "Ladle Rat Rotten Hut"? Or nursery rhymes? Think back to "Marry Hatter Ladle Limb," always a crowd-pleaser. I particularly groove to "Sinker Sucker Socks Pants," but then I've been listening to the Agatha Christie story "A Pocketful of Rye" on tape this week, so naturally it follows as night the day.

But you know what I just remembered? I have to confess that my husband, while practically perfect in every way, is not amused particularly by "Anguish Languish," and I think that probably that's all right. Because he does have so many other starling koala tees.

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