Me, Myself and I!
And I'm sick to death of my thoughts and my words and my ideas . . .
Shall I go on?
Living on words and fumes, here.
No, living on words and a prayer.
No, no . . . just living on words, actually.
And not fun words, either. BIG words. Boring words. Hoity Toity words.
So exhausting pretending to be smart, you guys.
And guess what? There's no rest for the word-weary. When I look to the horizon all I see is wave after wave of words tumbling towards me.
I know what my daughter would say right now. Due dates and projects are (winnie-the) POOH (bear).
(Wow! If feels so good to say things like winnie-the-POOH-bear after saying things like prophylaxis and recombinant.)
Hey, do you guys want to know the results of my psychological experiment in sociological assumption?
If you want to get someone to bend to your will, Public humiliation is the #1 Doctor recommended method of choice.
Remember Swirl's fanatically self-righteous shoes that insisted on flaunting their committment to choosing the right?
After I publically humiliated her on my blog and privately spoke to her about the hypocrisy of choosing the right in open-toed shoes she saw the light. Within days I received this photo via email.
She has reformed and shall be welcomed back into the fold as soon as she purchases nylons.
Look to it, Swirl.
Oh, and GUESS WHAT! GUESS WHAT! GUESS WHAT! Sandi's daughter, Kute Kasey is engaged. Let's all go jump up and down and scream and look at her ring in her comment box.