It's good to be a nice person--to say nice things, to do nice things, to write nice things--but I declare an end to the use of the word nice. Nice is what you say when you can't think of any other adjective. Someone shows you a picture of their back yard--that's nice. Someone tells you about their afternoon adventure--that's nice. Or someone describes their childhood in great detail and sometimes with painstaking effort--that's nice. It's a lazy word, and it's non-descriptive. Nice is like mashed potatoes with noodles and chicken gravy all in a big pile on one plate with some canned corn for garnish. Everything is the same color and texture and base substance--starch (this is a favorite Amish dish). Nice is like a partly cloudy day in April when outside feels like inside, and you can't tell a difference between the lighting and the temperature of your living room and the lighting and temperature of your front yard. Nice is a glass of lukewarm water. ...
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Now that's a smart kid with a future.
I feel pretty certain that there would have been more candy in the other side if he had trick-or-treated around my neighborhood but it would have been a closer race. I voted (for real) on Saturday morning because I just knew it would be a madhouse at the Community building on Tuesday. We'd already had 23,000 voters in our county come through when J and I went Sat. I think the turnout is going to beat American Idol this year-bahha. I know the ending but I'll try my best not to be a poor loser come Wednesday. :{
Very clever anyway Robyn. Very appropriate post for today.