Got this Thanksgiving text message today from my pal, Woofmutt: I’m thankful for text messaging which takes minimal effort yet lets me feel like I’m interacting with people in a meaningful way. I’ve known him since we were kids and he always been witty and observant. Before deleting his text messages, I generally jot them into my digital journal. Here are a few more that I kept, for instance: Things Learned From Movies & TV: If you know there’s someone who might want to kill you, never take a bath with a TV or radio nearby. Watching “Where the Wild…
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Voila! I have, at long last, visual proof that turkey pants, err, trousers, I mean, were actually worn by our London bird. In England, you see, ‘pants’ means ‘underpants.’ I discovered my faux pas after cheerily announcing that I had brought a pair of turkey pants, only to have a dinner guest reply, “I beg your pardon?” in that quintessentially British way, the very tone of which informed me I had – yet again – put my Yankee foot in my Yankee mouth.