Wednesday, November 26, 2014

The Pismire Predicament

Dear John,
 
I read yesterday that there are one million ants for every human on the planet. What am I supposed to be doing with my share of ants? Should I get a large magnifying glass, make them burst into flames like guys did when I was a kid, and incur the wrath of PETA? Should I cover them with chocolate and have a protein feast? Should I feed and water them? Do I have to build an ant farm big enough to house all of them? I am unsure what my responsibility is in this situation. I am experiencing a pismire predicament. Maybe I should get an anteater, like Salvadore Dali.
 
Meanwhile, at work, we were having a normal Wednesday until 11:15 when it turned into a Friday. The plants that weren't closed all week, closed early and gave out paychecks. I had almost 180 transactions and I only sat down for lunch. After 11:15 I had a line of cars almost all the time. I'm glad I have tomorrow off to recover from today. Friday should be slow - there are no more paychecks out there to cash.
 
Jim and Irene got into town a little while ago, and came by to drop off food and tools. Jim wants to do some work around the house for me, bless him. We'll have fun tomorrow. It would be more fun with you, but that's true of everything. Think about us here, eating curry and watching football. I have so much to be thankful for! But most of all, I'm thankful for you. And that my one million ants are somewhere else.
 
Love you huge amounts,
Joan.

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