misplaced modifiers, cheating, pollen, and birds
1. This article contains the following wonderful quote:
2. The device you use to change traffic lights is an infrared strobe, and if you have one and aren't a fire department, you get a $50 ticket (near Denver, anyway). $50 seems a little low for screwing up everybody else's commute.
3. Today's pollen survey revealed that if you're me, it's actually worse at the top of Mt. Lemmon than it is down here in the valley. That was disappointing. Also, that pain I get in my ankle is definitely a pollen reaction. And, no, I don't know how that works; I just learned it by driving up a big hill, inhaling a bunch of pollen, and driving home with a big pain in the ankle.
4. A mourning dove is nesting on our roof where we can't see it, and it has been calling its mate for roughly seventeen hours straight: coo coo coo COO coo (repeat ad infinitum). If I spoke bird, I'd have to deliver the distressing news that the missing bird is currently in birdy Heaven, which might stop the cooing, but you never know. And for those of you who got to the HEAL meeting last week, the doves in the vine hatched two chicks a few days ago, and everybody in that nest is fine, not that you can tell much from this picture:
A grade level with 40 students still has to test 95 percent of the class, or 38 students, Downey said, and that's a tight number to achieve. She'd like to see the number increase to 50.This statement is not quite as good as 'Woman wanted to sew buttons on the third floor,' but it was still pretty funny, and it's in an article about education.
2. The device you use to change traffic lights is an infrared strobe, and if you have one and aren't a fire department, you get a $50 ticket (near Denver, anyway). $50 seems a little low for screwing up everybody else's commute.
3. Today's pollen survey revealed that if you're me, it's actually worse at the top of Mt. Lemmon than it is down here in the valley. That was disappointing. Also, that pain I get in my ankle is definitely a pollen reaction. And, no, I don't know how that works; I just learned it by driving up a big hill, inhaling a bunch of pollen, and driving home with a big pain in the ankle.
4. A mourning dove is nesting on our roof where we can't see it, and it has been calling its mate for roughly seventeen hours straight: coo coo coo COO coo (repeat ad infinitum). If I spoke bird, I'd have to deliver the distressing news that the missing bird is currently in birdy Heaven, which might stop the cooing, but you never know. And for those of you who got to the HEAL meeting last week, the doves in the vine hatched two chicks a few days ago, and everybody in that nest is fine, not that you can tell much from this picture:
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