Quick tangent: According to Wikipedia, self-plagiarism is a serious problem. (2) Which reminds SG of this conversation she had with her always stoned neighbor while digging out her car back during the blizzard of 1996:
StonerNeighbor: Hey you're a lawyer, right?
ShallowGal: Maybe. (3)
SN: I have a question. If we build an igloo and get stoned inside and then the igloo collapses, are we liable?
SG: Liable to who?
SN: Good point. Want to come in our igloo and get stoned?
SG: Maybe. (3.5)
So now on top of everything, SG needs to worry that she's going to be liable for copying her own essay on her pot holder drawer.
To be fair, when ShallowGal first shared her pot holder drawer, this blog averaged 11 hits a day, 9 of which were PCSguy. So this is new stuff to most of SG's three dozen or so readers. It's like if Tolstoy wrote a novel when he was eleven called "civil disobedience and friendship." (4) Where's the harm?
Now that we've dismissed the self plagiarism charges, let's get to the point. Over the years, ShallowGal has followed many great women. She still worships Bossy. And will continue to get small tattoos between her toes honoring Jenny the Bloggess. (5) But SG's newest obsession is June Cleaver Nirvana.
Every Monday, Holly hosts a potluck where (among other topics) she talks about her coccyx and describes the contents of her fruit bowl. ShallowGal's coccyx is clearly off limits.
But like four days ago, when ShallowGal started what she thought would be a quick filler Thursday post, she decided to rip off Holly's brilliant idea without actually being a loser copy cat because . . .
ShallowGal actually has three fruit bowls.
The first one has 2 onions and some garlic. The second one has a bunch of random winter squash that will either be a Halloween decorations or compost. Because winter squash is yummy but a massive hassle.
The third fruit bowl contains this:
In no particular order: Ketchup flavored potato chips, a Diego leapster game, the instructions to the badminton (6) set, an open single serving package of chex mix, the top to the lemonade pitcher, some chocolate teddy grahams, 3 pairs of toddler sized souvenir Alaska socks, a paper towel sample which SG was saving for a special occassion and garlic which thought it was too good to be in the first fruit bowl.
But remove the top layer of crap, and possibly, just possibly we'll find fruit.
"But ShallowGal," you wonder aloud. "You pay $24 a week for a delivery of local organic produce. Where do you keep that?"
Silly reader. I store that in the delivery tub next to my desk.
1) ShallowGal would like to go on record as saying that plagiary is the single hardest word she's ever tried to spell. It took 2 adults with advanced degrees two different dictionaries to figure it out. PCSguy still isn't convinced it's really a word.
2) And we all know if it's on Wikipedia, it must be true.
3) The answers to the following questions are ALWAYS maybe: Are you a lawyer? Is that your child?
3.5) Do you want to get stoned in my igloo? The third in the trilogy of mandatory maybe answers.
4) SG did not really just compare herself to Tolstoy.
5) How full of yourself do you have to be to link back to your posts about other bloggers instead of to that blog itself?
6) This post just officially became SG's worst spelling nightmare. Badminton. Please. Not only has SG been spelling it wrong for almost 40 years, she's been saying it wrong.