Soap & Candle Stand. My credit card is whimpering in fear already!

Fred took this picture the other morning. He said Tubby looks like the fat little kid no one will play with. Tubby loves to hang out under the bird feeders. If you look closely at the upper right side of the picture, you’ll see a bird sitting on top of the pole. I think he’s trying to decide whether he could outrun Tubby. (Fred took this picture, too)
So, Julia Roberts – remember my fondness for Julia Roberts? – has been married 10 months, and according to The Scoop, she’s on the road to divorceville. Of course, you can take most everything a gossip column publishes with a grain of salt, but if it’s true I’m not surprised. After all, on the forum last July, I said I give it 19 months – it’ll really be over in 7, but they’ll drag it out for another year. I did a little online searching, and it appears (again, you’ve gotta take the gossip stuff with a grain of salt) that Julia Roberts has a reputation for jealousy. That really does surprise me, because she’s always seemed so completely confident. Goes to show you never can tell.
Bonnie mentioned in the comments to yesterday’s entry that the woman who’d never mailed anything before was similar to a guy on Dog Eat Dog the other night who’d never read a book in his life. You know, I know that there are people out there who don’t like to read, because my best friend from high school, Liz, doesn’t care to read. She’ll occasionally pick up a couple of magazines every once in a while, but for the most part, she’s not a reader. What the hell do people who aren’t readers DO? I mean, if I have a minute or two of downtime, I grab the book I’m currently reading, or a magazine and read that. I carry a book in my purse in case I have to wait in a long line. I’ve been known to sit at the table and read the back of the cereal box. I read a book while I’m on the stationary bike to make the time go by faster. Do people who don’t like to read just sit there and stare off into space, or what? As a side note, I guess I should add that I don’t ALWAYS have my “nose in a book”. When we’re driving somewhere, I like to watch the scenery. But if I’m in a situation where there’s nothing much going on – in a long line, for instance – I prefer to read to pass the time. I can’t imagine being married to someone who doesn’t like to read. Fred loves to read as much as I do, although he tends more toward the political and other nonfiction stuff (::shudder::) with an occasional bit of fiction tossed in. I, on the other hand, tend mostly toward fiction. Our tastes do intersect – Stephen King, Jeffery Deaver, John Sanford, Michael Connelly – but for the most part I’m not interested in what he reads, and he SURE as hell isn’t up for any zany chick books, because his sensitive side has very strict limits. This all reminds me of the episode of Seinfeld where Elaine and Puddy are on a plane coming back from a month in Europe. Elaine begins reading, and Puddy sits staring at the back of the seat in front of him. She asks if he wants something to read, and he declines. She tries to read but can’t, because she’s so bothered that he’s just sitting there staring at the seat back, so she breaks up with him. When I think of a non-reader, I think of Puddy staring off into space, slack-jawed. (No offense intended to non-readers. I love Puddy.)
Someone is an evil little shithead who killed a baby Mockingbird and left its body on the patio.]]>