Sometimes I wish that I talked the way Nezzy from Cow Patty Surprise writes because then I would say things like,
“Do ya feel as confused as a hungry baby in a topless bar dropped smack in the middle of a social settin’?”
Tell me that wouldn’t make me more than a little interesting. I read that sentence last night and I’m still enjoying it. Most of my thoughts aren’t even as interesting as that sentence.
But I “blogress”…I got that turn of a blog from Joey’s Pad and you know I’ll be using it for ever after.
It’s just so easy to be inspired by the writing of others.
I do on occasion use my own words to tell a story like I did at Aiming Low for Once Upon a Christmas. There I tell a treasured memory that upon inspection turned out not to be so precious. Come by and tell me what you think.
Here’s a random picture of baby hands. One of those hands belongs to Luna Pie.
And now your Friday Fortune Cookie
(don’t forget to add “in bed” at the end, if you are so inclined):
“To the victor go the spoils…” -William Learned Marcy
Sometimes it’s hard to tell who the victor is: happy end of the Iraq War.
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