Mmm...fresh bread, warm from the oven. Butter. Honey with nutmeg mixed in. A sprinkle of cinnamon. Oh, bliss! Thank you, oh gods of field and grain, for something so trenscendent and beautiful.
Amen, or something.
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I may never sleep again - not because my mattress is crapping out (which it is) but because I have a new photo-editing program to play with. So many photos, so many effects, so few hours in the day.
Look:
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I am excited about going to pick blueberries in the next week or so. How boring am I??
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That's all I've got right now. Sad.
I'm excited about blueberries too... and I've already gone to pick them once (but there weren't many ripe onec) so I think that makes me even sadder than you. I'm excited about repicking blueberries. Oh dear... and now I'm bragging about it... can it get any worse?
ReplyDeleteripe ones not onec
ReplyDeleteI really need to stop now
Heh, Gina, it's OK - I speak typo!
ReplyDeleteAt least we're not alone in our blueberry love, huh?
Oh, and welcome!