That is not what they told me at the Red Cross yesterday.
Now, the dryad who was in line behind me? SHE had the forest in her blood.
(Graphic via the Wolf Conservation Center on Facebook)
Writes all the things. Most of the things never write back.
That is not what they told me at the Red Cross yesterday.
Now, the dryad who was in line behind me? SHE had the forest in her blood.
(Graphic via the Wolf Conservation Center on Facebook)
A ROUND OF DRINKS FOR ALL MY IMAGINARY FRIENDS!
I don’t know why I keep buying them drinks. They hardly touch them, and THEY never buy the next round.
“An artist is a creature driven by demons. He don’t know why they choose him and he’s usually too busy to wonder why.”
~ William Faulkner
If I were to be driven by demons, would it be impolite if I asked to see their drivers license?
Instead of microwaving my coffee for a minute and 57 seconds, I nuked it for 2:03 this morning. Sometimes you just have to mix up your routine a little.
The local news just reported that we might have heavy pollen from jupiter trees tomorrow. (I think they meant JUNIPER trees.)
Still, now I need to put jupiter trees in a story.
Talent hits a target no one else can hit.
Genius hits a target no one else can see.
Guile finds the arrows and paints a bullseye behind them.
I saw an article about storage of pantry staples, and it said to put your peanut butter jar in the refrigerator three months after you’ve opened it.
If I did that, I’d be putting a lot of empty peanut butter jars in the refrigerator.
Just heard an ad on the radio where a local musician proclaims his ears to be his “bread and butter.”
This sounds inconvenient and unsanitary.
Proving that I am smarter than cats, at least sometimes, tonight my TV remote is within arm’s reach BEFORE the cats settled into my lap.
I keep hearing “essential oils, essential oils.”
How do you suppose that makes the REST of the oils feel?