Ok, I am breaking the "blog cherry". After years of ranting about how silly blogs are, and making "who wants to read about someone else's boring life"-style commentaries, I have decided that I am witty enough to maintain a small but loyal audience. Probably consisting of about five people. Besides my brother has one too and sibling rivalry is a strong motivator. (Picture brother in panic, "what rivalry?, Aw Crap!"). I digress.
The title is only a sideways tribute to numerous rodents that I have met (please don't ask). Broken mice is the poker name that my 8 year old son coined for pocket tens. Not a great hand, but adequate if you feel like gamboling. All in...
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See! Somebody reads this! Though
mothers don't really count.
I tried hard to see the broken mice
in the cards, thought my mind would be warped enough, but I guess it is the wrong warp.
think of the one as tail, and the "0" as a body...
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