How can I write a ditty for the lovely, baby-blossoming Andrea if I can’t find a rhyme? ‘Sangria’ sprang to mind, but sangria doesn’t really rhyme with Andrea, it rhymes with angrier.
See what I mean? It’s been that kind of day. And nobody cares.
And I’m dreading tomorrow. As usual. I generally dread tomorrow these days.
Go away.
(This is another stream of consciousness post. Good, aren’t they?)
4 comments:
stream of consciousness posts are often more interesting reads then obsessively chosen worded posts...I am a master at SOC posts lol...luckily I don't cringe at what people often think of such blatant honest though...lol
btw is that pic where you live? if so...ENVY! I saw escape to the country some place in kent turnbridge wells or something...wow so nice! you guys have the most attractive quaint cottages and charming rural towns to live in- spoiled!!!
Yeah, I love SOC posts. I always think you can trust people who let it all out like that. And trust encourages connection. Getting close to a fruitcake is far better than keeping your distance from a self-control freak.
Don’t know which pic you mean. The banner is the Dorset coast in the south west of England. Others come from Shropshire, Ireland and the Lake District. I do keep meaning to take some pics of where I live – it’s typical, middle English shire country – but I have neither a digital camera nor a scanner.
:o)
This doesn't rhyme, but my word verification is snerf.
What a nice smile! It's the first thing Liam will see, lucky little tyke. Well, more or less.
'Snerf' rhymes with 'scurf,' a word I've always found curiously disturbing for some reason.
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