Thursday, August 25, 2011
Muffinscapade
I 've done a lot of unusual things in my two decades on this planet, but today I had the privilege of being hand fed a muffin. It made me feel like this:
I had been painting my soon-to-be room, and was washing out the brush and pan,
thereby rendering my extremities unusable.
Out of nowhere, my sister appeared, holding a glorious morsel of pumpkin-y goodness.
For a moment, I was at a loss. How could I get this goodness inside me??
Whilst still washing out that dratted paint brush, I just took a bite.
And it was everything I dreamed (in the last .4 seconds) it would be.
This is what I felt like on the inside :
You might think there's more to the story, but no.... there's not.
This is the end.
I had been painting my soon-to-be room, and was washing out the brush and pan,
thereby rendering my extremities unusable.
Out of nowhere, my sister appeared, holding a glorious morsel of pumpkin-y goodness.
For a moment, I was at a loss. How could I get this goodness inside me??
Whilst still washing out that dratted paint brush, I just took a bite.
And it was everything I dreamed (in the last .4 seconds) it would be.
This is what I felt like on the inside :
You might think there's more to the story, but no.... there's not.
This is the end.
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Collections
In my adventures online I sometimes come across gems that I feel need to share, but don't have a particular context to put them in.... so here's a collection:
I mean really, what could be better than a squirrel in a conductor outfit, playing sweet melodies on a miniature violin? Not much.
I'm sure his schedule is completely booked with weddings, formal events, and the like.
Asking for it....
adorable, sad.... does it have a point? most likely not.
The middle paragraph.
I mean really, what could be better than a squirrel in a conductor outfit, playing sweet melodies on a miniature violin? Not much.
I'm sure his schedule is completely booked with weddings, formal events, and the like.
Asking for it....
adorable, sad.... does it have a point? most likely not.
The middle paragraph.
The Art of Blogging
Alright. I'm back.
This summer has been so many things and the foremost quality has been a relaxed busy.
Odd terminoligy, you might say,
and I say... actually I say nothing.
about that.
In the face of my "relaxed busy summer," I'm sure you have noticed the severe drop off in postings, but this blogger is not the "till death do us part" type of blogger.
Instead, I'm more of a: "I MUST clean, do homework, license my car, and bake a pie! .... I suppose I'll blog" type of blogger.
Since nothing in the last few weeks has called for a supreme amount of procrastination, here we are.
But now I'd like to ease the nagging bundle of guilt I now have stored up, due to my own laziness, and I'll attempt to rustle up a few posts.
here we go.
This summer has been so many things and the foremost quality has been a relaxed busy.
Odd terminoligy, you might say,
and I say... actually I say nothing.
about that.
In the face of my "relaxed busy summer," I'm sure you have noticed the severe drop off in postings, but this blogger is not the "till death do us part" type of blogger.
Instead, I'm more of a: "I MUST clean, do homework, license my car, and bake a pie! .... I suppose I'll blog" type of blogger.
Since nothing in the last few weeks has called for a supreme amount of procrastination, here we are.
But now I'd like to ease the nagging bundle of guilt I now have stored up, due to my own laziness, and I'll attempt to rustle up a few posts.
here we go.
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