The Superfluous N

My girlfriend Melinda snapped this photo for me a couple of years ago during an event for kids where they could climb on big trucks and heavy equipment.

This was printed on the side of a City of Rochester garbage truck. By "in progress," I think they meant spell check. I only wish I had a Sharpie with me that day (^n).

Proposed new City of Rochester tagline: We put the mental in enviromental. Oh gosh, is that politically incorrect? I'm aiming low once again. We put the "pain" in Campaign Eleven?

On an unrelated note, albeit to a lesser degree than the rapture, I'm definitely looking forward to "the renaissance" in two years. I like all things heralded by my trash hauler.

Mrs. Clooney

OMG!

• You will marry George Clooney.

• After a wild honeymoon, you will settle down in Cape Hatteras in your fabulous Apartment.

• You will have 7 kid(s) together.

• The family will zoom around in a Red Jeep Liberty.

• You will spend your days as a Writer, and live happily ever after.
  

As much as this sounds awesome (!), who has an apartment in Cape Hatteras? Shouldn't it be a beach house on stilts?

Alas, Paul Rudd, John Cusack and Jon Stewart all opted out of my future but I'm still worried, even thought it says that we will "live happily ever after," that George won't be content. The MASH game can't be wrong, can it?

Speaking of which, seven kids at my age? Does George already have five kids that I don't know about? Will they all fit in that little car? Or the apartment for that matter?

Come to think of it, amazing beach views and George Clooney aside, I'm not even sure I'll be happy! I hope Georgie springs for a nanny.