Who and What is the Happy Warrior
This blog is a representation, in conversational form, of my voyage to wrap my arms around the world in which Mr. Worsdworth's warrior finds happiness.
(Standing disclaimer: Luckily tests of spelling accuracy ended in 4th grade otherwise I would still be in Elementary School. Be forewarned, spelling errors ahead. I subscribe to the wisdom of a great man who said, "I have utmost disdain for a man who can only spell a word one way." -Benjamin Franklin)
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
My opposition is clearly floundering as I've decimated their numbers but I am amazed at how they keep coming back. They must engage in some sort of shift work where some are out on Tuesday and Thursday and others take the Monday-Wednesday-Friday rotation. I don't know if I will exterminate all of them (my regards to the EPA, PETA and all those other crazy environmentalism groups) but I have made great inroads. And this is for Mrs. Wicke specifically: I have not come across any inside of the house for over a week. Last night however I took my camera with me and caught two scorpions engaged in some type of mating dance. It was quite fascinating and I almost called Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom to send over a film crew... instead I put an end to the entymological enchanted evening with a spritz of scorpion killer. Yes, to quote a the line from a recent movie, I am "the murderer of love".