Friday, August 24, 2007

And the wheel of time rumples on...

These hot, steamy August days progress so very slowly. Lunch break is a decade away and 5 o’clock will never come. The hands on the wall clock lumber past as if slogging through a sea of molasses.

Imagine my surprise at discovering that they really were!

To the subversive who managed to fill the cover on our clock face with corn syrup, I salute you!


Gregory said...

I'll have to try that corn-syrup thing.

I liked the post about the Goats Griff. Good to, read you again, Allen.

Allen said...

What finally gave it away was the tiny bubbles. So if you're gonna do that, stay clear of Don Ho!

A word to the wise is superfluous!