to hell in a handbasket is the answer i am tempted to proffer.
it's noon on sunday and i've gotten not a whole lot done this weekend (per usual). and how did lent creep up on us so suddenly? i must've missed a memo. or a mass. or two (geh).
anyway, won't sulk about that. i still believe in miracles.
i'm off to do some writing.
meanwhile, in world news, birds have begun devolving back into dinosaurs.

now i have to have a four-legged duck in a story somewhere. naturally.
it's noon on sunday and i've gotten not a whole lot done this weekend (per usual). and how did lent creep up on us so suddenly? i must've missed a memo. or a mass. or two (geh).
anyway, won't sulk about that. i still believe in miracles.
i'm off to do some writing.
meanwhile, in world news, birds have begun devolving back into dinosaurs.

now i have to have a four-legged duck in a story somewhere. naturally.
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I was so enthralled
by the ominous black-gloved hand I missed the extra set of feeties at first gander (gander, get it? hoo, bird jokes).
I'm still more interested in that hand and its intentions.
I think there's room for a four-feetsied duck in your story. why not? ha
moo (ing on Sunday)
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if he does survive, i have a feeling he'll live well.
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