my side hurts, my toes are cold and I'm hungry...and I'm too lazy to do anything about the cold toes and dinner...
some times it just feels good to wallow in the mud, doesn't it?
and I know blog entries are more fun with photos but I am not going to take a photo of my toes...especially since a man I was madly in love with a long long long time ago looked down at my feet once night, as we walked along after seeing a friend off on a train, and completely out of the blue said, and I quote: "You have strange toes"*...
that's right...he went there...
we didn't see one another much after that...he did beg, but that is the way the Big Ball of Rejection bounces on your head after talkin' trash about my toes...peanut head...
anyhoo...Miss Becky over at In Every Season tapped me for a little book love...
here is how it goes:
Pass this on to 5 blogging friends.
Open the closest book to you, not your favorite or most intellectual book, but the book closest to you at the moment, to page 56.
Write out the 5th sentence, as well as two to five sentences following that...
well, I reached into the basket under my bedside table and I was hoping against hope to grab Winnie-the-Pooh but I grabbed Jan Karon's Out to Canaan instead...
so here goes: okay...that was boring...so I'll get Winnie-the-Pooh which is right by where Out to Canaan was and I could have just as easily grabbed it...
"Having made certain of this, he took the jar back to Piglet, and Piglet looked up from the bottom of His Very Deep Pit and said "Got it?" and Pooh said, "Yes, but it isn't quite a full jar," and he threw it down to Piglet, and Piglet said, "No, it isn't! Is that all you've got left?" and Pooh said, "Yes." Because it was. So Piglet put the jar at the bottom of the Pit, and climbed out, and they went off home together.
"Well, good night, Pooh," said Piglet, when they had got to Pooh's house. "And we meet at six o'clock tomorrow morning by the Pine Trees, and see how many Heffalumps we've got in our Trap"...
...all I have to say is I thought I wrote rambling sentences...and I'll leave the speculation about what Mr. Milne may or may not have been smokin' up to somebody else**...
I'm going to tap anybody else who'd like to play along who'd like...'cause I already broke one of 2 rules anyway...
Take It Easy, ya'll...
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*and he most definitely did not mean "You have the most strangely cute toes"...he meant "strange toes" period. peanut head...
**don't get angry about my little Milne joke...I love Winnie-the-Pooh 'cause he's [sing along] short, fat and proud of that...I even have Tigger socks that I've had for years and years...
well, I reached into the basket under my bedside table and I was hoping against hope to grab Winnie-the-Pooh but I grabbed Jan Karon's Out to Canaan instead...
so here goes: okay...that was boring...so I'll get Winnie-the-Pooh which is right by where Out to Canaan was and I could have just as easily grabbed it...
"Having made certain of this, he took the jar back to Piglet, and Piglet looked up from the bottom of His Very Deep Pit and said "Got it?" and Pooh said, "Yes, but it isn't quite a full jar," and he threw it down to Piglet, and Piglet said, "No, it isn't! Is that all you've got left?" and Pooh said, "Yes." Because it was. So Piglet put the jar at the bottom of the Pit, and climbed out, and they went off home together.
"Well, good night, Pooh," said Piglet, when they had got to Pooh's house. "And we meet at six o'clock tomorrow morning by the Pine Trees, and see how many Heffalumps we've got in our Trap"...
...all I have to say is I thought I wrote rambling sentences...and I'll leave the speculation about what Mr. Milne may or may not have been smokin' up to somebody else**...
I'm going to tap anybody else who'd like to play along who'd like...'cause I already broke one of 2 rules anyway...
Take It Easy, ya'll...
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*and he most definitely did not mean "You have the most strangely cute toes"...he meant "strange toes" period. peanut head...
**don't get angry about my little Milne joke...I love Winnie-the-Pooh 'cause he's [sing along] short, fat and proud of that...I even have Tigger socks that I've had for years and years...
