Any photos you’d like to see? Anything you’d like me to write about? Suggestions being taken.
I reserve the right to delete this post at a moment’s notice and pretend it never happened.
Who goes there? Please leave comments so (An Aries Knows)!
Any photos you’d like to see? Anything you’d like me to write about? Suggestions being taken.
I reserve the right to delete this post at a moment’s notice and pretend it never happened.
You can always tell when I’ve been reading too much news.
Sometimes, that’s enough.
Just saw this tag on a link to photos of Sandra Bullock: It’s hard to catch a Sandra Bullock sighting in the aftermath of [stupid scandal reference redacted]. See pics of the beautiful starlet.
STARLET? The woman has been in many commercially successful and critically acclaimed films with a worldwide gross of over three billion dollars, she’s one of the wealthiest women in her profession, her humanitarian efforts are well-documented, and she’s been nominated multiple times and won Golden Globe and Oscar awards.
Exactly what does she have to do to stop being called a “starlet?”
Did I mention that I found these in my very own grocery store the other night? Was this an anomaly or has my snack chip of choice returned to Houston?
If the latter, it will rekindle my hope that Coke will make C2 again. Then I’ll find my lost wooden push puppet lion and my friend Bobby. And maybe even that other thing I misplaced most recently which still hasn’t turned up.
My entire yard will have grass again! If Lynne finds all that lime slice stuff at Hobby Lobby, she’ll give it to Laura instead of me! Insomnia will be a thing of the past! Justin Bieber will stop being a trending topic on Twitter!
I jumped the shark on that last one, didn’t I?
In bittersweet news, Tom found the Immortal Rat dead in the attic last night. I guess he was mortal after all. I’m sorry he had to die, but he had plenty of chances to vacate. Just an FYI to those of you who feed “birds” in Houston: Rats steal their food and stockpile it in people’s attics.
I’ve misplaced something that I desperately want to find. I suspect I put it somewhere logical in late 2007 when we were remodeling, but since I was operating with stress and physical pain turned up to eleven during that time, “logic” then and logic now bear no relationship to each other.
In looking for this misplaced item, I’ve found all kinds of other goofy stuff, including some of Tom’s cereal box prizes. They made me smile.
While I continue my search, I’ll be glad to take the occasional break to give you something from this book to be happy about. Just comment with a page number between 1 and 611, and another number between 1 and 25.
How do you talk to a giraffe with one ear?
You’re talking to a toy? That’s just crazy.
Two hundred-plus dolls in the attic agree with me.
However, to humor you, if you give me a page number between 1 and 611, and another number between 1 and 25, we’ll pretend it’s the giraffe looking up something in this book to make you happy. Because as Emily Dickinson wrote, The Possible’s slow fuse is lit by the Imagination.