Monday, February 14, 2011

A Fine Romance

It was a glorious Valentine's Day morning.

Schroedinger and I were setting off on the scenic journey from our seaside cottage to the city.

PC: Shall we take the high road or the low road?

Schroedinger: It depends on the auguries.

PC: Well, you read the chicken entrails while I pick up the newspaper at the village store.

Schroedinger: If there are chicken entrails, that could in itself be a bad sign.

2 comments:

Belle said...

Entrails are always a bad sign. Good post.

The Paradoxical Cat said...

Thanks Belle. Fortunately there were no chicken entrails, but there was a squashed possum on the low road.