I just got a spam mail for penis enlargement with the subject line GET A TREE TRUNK BETWEEN YOUR LEGS. I hope they’re talking about saplings, because frankly that made me squeeze my thighs together and think, No WAY, Buddy, Get that thing away from me. Who thinks this stuff up?!
Motherhood Has Definitely NOT Dulled the Edge of Mimi Smartypants: Sunny-Side Up
Apparently it’s snowing further north in Sweden, and judging by the slowly whitening cloud cover, we aren’t going to escape. My money is on snow sometime before Sunday evening despite the hard-working buds and green leaves that are pushing their sturdy little selves on up out of the ground.
My sister sent me a poem that she wrote awhile ago for consideration in one of the next issues of Mosaic Minds and damn it’s good. I don’t know why she doesn’t write more. She’s very crafty and makes a mean scarf and does wonders with anything having to do with needles and floss, but she really ought to go for it. Same goes for my brother. He’s too sarcastic to believe me, but he’s a good writer and has a natural way with words.
Make Sure You Finish Your Drink Before You Read This: TGIF
Which should I do right now? Work on getting the AWC website/newsletter finished or read the rest of the mystery I’m in the middle of? It’s a toss-up.