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Monday, December 12, 2005

Bolder on Your Shoulder, Feeling Kinda Older!

Who'd have thunk it? Aging (and maybe other) folks can achieve a host of health benefits merely by walking on cobblestones. Apparently this practice is rooted in ancient Chinese medicine (and we have been informed by expat friends of the blog that there are such walking paths in China). Had we relayed this news to the Monz earlier, he might have gone to Kong's. But we didn't, and Monz likes to transcend time anyway, so he brought together a smartmenu texmex with a wheat tortilla for a yummy lunchwrap, topping it off and bulking it up with a bag of carrots.
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And an apple. And because it is December, and it's put me in a mood, I'd like to appeal to readers to help me unmask The Secret this year. Please, if you have any tips at all, post them here in Comments!  
I'd also like to say Happy Birthday to Mrs. Monz!  
Happy Birthday Mrs. Monz!

Some readers may not understand Monz' comment about "the Secret." Monz is referring to a person (or persons) who for the past seventeen years has sent Monz a Christmas gift and card signed "Secret Admirer." Monz strongly suspects (to the point he claims he has absolute surity) that the EIC is the Secret Admirer, so much so that he no longer tells us what presents he has received. The EIC has vigorously denied this and has challenged the Monz to submit the cards to handwriting analysis. He has also offered to take a lie detector test (on Monz' dime). Monz counters that the EIC could have had someone else do the writing and sees no need to "throw good money away" when he knows who the secret is. The EIC responds if he knows who the secret is he might as well tell him what presents he received. Maybe now that Monz has opened the blogosphere to the issue of the secret, he'll tell his dear readers what the present is!  
This is the year Deep Throat was unmasked . . . unmask yourself, Secret!!!!  
Some secrets are never meant to be shared. You eat way too healthy, unlike me, but I'll probably outlive you.  
Dude, I'll take that wager. Plus, I hope it really hurt Tookie. Bye-bye! (I am angry today. Leave me alone.)  
A belated thank you to Cousin for the good wishes.  
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