Thursday, January 19, 2012
Skimming the Wall Street Journal this morning -- this is what mothers of wee ones do, we skim things, as we have little time to really delve -- Nero spotted a piece confirming that some rocks found in Morocco were indeed the fallout from a meteorite shower from Mars.
In a similarly singular and monumental event, Nero, whilst absent-mindedly poking around a neighboring Nordstrom Rack outlet, came across an object no less otherwordly, rare, mysterious and vaguely threatening -- a Valentino Rockstud Dome bag stamped in a big cat print, with a -- wait for it fair Nerophytes, two-thousand dollar price cut. So the gold-spiked detachable shoulder strap had gone astray somewhere in the cosmos and was MIA...So What. This earthbound, thoroughly mortal carpool mom wasn't about to pass up on this interplanetary orbital offering.
And so the moral of the story is this, dear readers, next time you find yourselves wandering in a field, or shuffling around a sandy desert, or hiking through a secluded wood, look around, watch for clues and listen -- leave no stone unturned. For sometimes, just sometimes, strange and wondrous things fall from the sky.
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