How many love children does Arnold have? How often in the past few decades has the Sperminator sown his wild oats? If we can gradually get a handle on the numbers involved with Arnoldgate, we might then be able to estimate how many little Arnolds and Arnoldas we can expect to see in the future. The Kindergarten Cop might have to keep his whistle (and checkbook) handy, for things of this nature, and so on and so forth.
It is no longer politically correct to say MASTER Bedroom. This vestige from our past drudges up ownershipage of one, by another. Tis also now no longer politically correct to refer to a pet, as a PET. Pets find this term subserviently demeaning. Master Bedroom is now: Main Bedroom, or Bedroom #1. Pets are now called: Non-Human Beings, Animal Companions (or just Companimals).
On this first day of May we woke up to snow. Our shovels had already drifted up into the attic. Our push-mower was almost ready to be pushed. The robins were doing their thing. Asparagus was sending up second-year spear clusters. Some late-fall spinach was almost ready for a spring harvest. But this morning, old man winter returned for a cold and windy encore performance. I am not applauding, nor do I plan on getting down any shovels for the obligatory clearing. Fortunately, we covered our plants with pails and top-rocks after hearing the bleak forecast. Luckily, our snow is measured in inches rather than feet (as the western part of our state was dealing with blizzard conditions).