This is my 500th post. What cold be more appropriate?
Note: keep submitting sad songs. (see a couple of posts below. if we hit a critical mass of contributions--say, seventeen thousand or maybe seven songs--i'll post them up front.)
Inside: Photos of eyeballs, bees, eyeballs, blue hands, and eyeballs. Also inside: Thoughts I want you to read and to live by and, when especially inspired, to set to opera. Also inside: my fight against vegetable tyranny. Just a little something I do so you don’t have to. You're welcome. Come on in and get your jibber jabber on!
4 comments:
Just to let you know, a child of your own blood just said, "Ooh! That scares me!" when she saw me scroll past that picture. Fitting indeed.
i can really see the resemblance between you and kid #2 here. not that she counts on her fingers. the eye, you got the eye thing going on.
timekeeper--yes, we know she's a child of mine because i, too, give myself the creeps.
justcurious--
eyeballs. as i say, it's what's all about here. mostly mine, true, but maybe my daughter's as well.
but mostly mine. let's not forget that.
Post a Comment