Again I have lived.
This is a never-ending miracle to me in the summer.
Should we start a lottery to guess on which date I'll start bitching about how cold it is?
But seriously folks.
Okay. Let's play Jeopardy. Here's your answer:
"Something wicked this way comes."
Question:
"What does the post master thinks when he smells me coming?"
Haha! I got a million of 'em!
I feel like a wild beast. I really do. Not in a good way. In a way like I'm an untended creature whose coat has grown so shaggy that twigs and leaves are tangled in it and whose hooves are three feet long. I need a pedicure so bad that I can't get one because I am completely too embarrassed to allow anyone to touch my feet. I'd have to tip in the hundreds. I mean, I did cut my toenails yesterday but the callouses on my heels are deep and cracked and, okay, permanently dyed black from the good old Lloyd dirt. I just checked to see if I am exaggerating.
No. I am not.
There will be no picture.
I remember talking to a woman once who said she soaked her feet in Oxyclean before she got a pedicure. I should go buy some Oxyclean. Next time I go to the store, I'm going to get some.
Onward. Here's a butterfly on a zinnia.
I like to be precise about these things.
Hey! Does anyone know what this is?
So I'm on disc 33 of the 38 discs of A Dance With Dragons.
It's taking me even longer than it should because sometimes, in a fruitless effort to glean a clue about what I'm listening to, I start a disc over.
Look. George RR Martin has created more characters in these books than I have neural pathways in my brain. I am not kidding you. There are entire families I have no idea about. But still, I listen. And I even enjoy. Fuck it. I don't need to follow everything. And eventually it always comes back to Tyrion Lannister and he's my favorite character so it's okay.
Well, half the day has passed and I haven't done one damn thing. My goal for today is to do some inside cleaning (that's of my house, not my personal body) and once again, try to create a supper which doesn't require me to go to town.
I can probably do that.
Love...Ms. Moon
GRR Martin does slightly get lost in a tangle of his own mind sometimes. In the long wait for the next book and with sooo maaaany deaaaths in the last, I'm not sure I still care.
ReplyDeleteI care about watermelon flowers though - is it me, or do they look like tiny melons, green on the outside, red on the inside?
Joyful, funny you. Just what I needed. Thank you, Mary.
ReplyDeleteDo you also watch the TV series Game of Thrones? And thanks for that oxyclean tip!
ReplyDeleteIs there a reason to get rid of the calluses? I have never in my life had a pedicure, nor have I gotten rid of my calluses, only because I can't figure out how I would walk outside barefoot without them.
ReplyDeleteTirion is the best.
Haha. No cleaning for me but I'm also cooking with what's already in the house.
ReplyDeleteI have no idea what that flower is. What a bizarre-looking thing.
ReplyDeleteI'm in a similar situation with regard to feet, but Dave bought me a pedicure years ago and I went anyway. I mean, that's the service they provide, right? And they didn't recoil and I tipped them well. I'm sure they've seen worse than either you or me or both of us combined.
Actually, that is a spicebush swallowtail. I don't know what the plant is. I am wading through a book on CD now and am totally bored. A legal courtroom kind of thing that is boring as hell. Definitely not a Grisham.
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