Fixing stuff, myself included…
On the fourth day of Christmas…
Well it’s three days after Christmas; too much to eat and too much to drink, and still I feel virtuous as I open the coffee creamer with the green plastic cap. The one that’s fat free. Why does that one have a green cap, and the one with the fat has a white cap? Who decides these things? Ah, I know it’s the industrial psychologists who’ve gone over to marketing. Is there something about green that shouts healthy?
“Green Eggs and Ham”
“Green Peace”
“The grass is greener on …”
“Greens in the salad”
“Greenbacks”
I’m sure you’re green with envy over my fat free creamer, but on the other hand, we have the greenhouse effect, and “no I do not want to go to happy hour Mr. Potatoehead.”
“But why not?”, he said.
“Because I’m feeling quite virtuous, and drinking does not equate with virtue?”
“Why now, and pray tell why doesn’t it?”
“Because it’s time to consider the alternatives.”
He shook his head in a quandary, and said, “Natives? What do natives have to do with it? The idea of savages disrupting my lifestyle is just so over the top.”
“I didn’t say natives; I said alternatives”
“Alternatives to what? Happy hour? Now we’re moving towards, over my dead body.”
“Oh all right then, lets go.”
“The best way to cheer yourself up is to try to cheer somebody else up.”
–Mark Twain
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