Goodness, a little snippy tonight? I like your lollipop shower, it glued a smile to my face. I built a fire in the yard this evening and sat out there watching the sun go down. It was very soothing to hear the geese and the crickets fiddling away in the woods. I keep hoping I'll see an owl, I sat out there to dark:thirty tonight and hunger drove me in. Keep an eye on the moon Saturday Night!
some nights, I can't take the questions too seriously … as I start reading the responses and come across platitude after platitude to which I don't respond because everyone has a right to be platitudinous if they want (and, of course, I always have to read to nearly the end before I get to yours or Laurie's) so sometimes I am compelled, absolutely compelled, to uncover my true self in the form of mixed metaphors …
Will you be flying across the moon on Saturday Night?
Hi, things tend to get down right silly at times and even I wonder “how did I get caught up in this?” The reason I like to break things up a little is that I have a penchant for living outside the ring-a-round-the-rosies that seem to comprise 50% of what I read. No way am I flying a Hoover across the Moon! I am more afraid of heights than I than I am of vacuum cleaners. Just thought I'd stir the murk a little more….
Goodness, a little snippy tonight? I like your lollipop shower, it glued a smile to my face. I built a fire in the yard this evening and sat out there watching the sun go down. It was very soothing to hear the geese and the crickets fiddling away in the woods. I keep hoping I'll see an owl, I sat out there to dark:thirty tonight and hunger drove me in. Keep an eye on the moon Saturday Night!
some nights, I can't take the questions too seriously … as I start reading the responses and come across platitude after platitude to which I don't respond because everyone has a right to be platitudinous if they want (and, of course, I always have to read to nearly the end before I get to yours or Laurie's) so sometimes I am compelled, absolutely compelled, to uncover my true self in the form of mixed metaphors …
Will you be flying across the moon on Saturday Night?
Hi, things tend to get down right silly at times and even I wonder “how did I get caught up in this?” The reason I like to break things up a little is that I have a penchant for living outside the ring-a-round-the-rosies that seem to comprise 50% of what I read. No way am I flying a Hoover across the Moon! I am more afraid of heights than I than I am of vacuum cleaners. Just thought I'd stir the murk a little more….
Neither one of you gals gonna fly across the moon on Saturday night?! Well, someone's gotta do it.
Keep an eye out …
I just hope to goodness you're going to do something with that hair and put some clothes on! Can't have you scaring the cabdrivers.
No worries … I'll have a hat and clothes on. But even if I was nekkid as a jaybird, no one would see. I'll be movin' fast!