My last day of chilling has arrived.
Tomorrow my toes will be pulled out of the cool waters of “I don’t have
to write and you can’t make me!” and placed firmly beside my nose back on the old
grindstone… (of course the contortions
this move will require will be quite comical and potentially horrifically
painful, so stay tuned for updates).
Hmm, now what other old saying can I mangle and mar this fine Sunday
morning?
As you can see, my creativity continues to idle in neutral today.
I would turn it completely off but then I’d be leaving you kind folks
high and dry. And that would simply be unacceptable.
So, excuse the puttering and sputtering of the engine today. What’s
important here is that the ol’ girl is still running and providing you hardy
souls with a post.
*man in the fourth row loudly
complains “But this post is crap!”*
*Chloe nods*
*Chloe’s dog nods*
True. It is less than stellar…
*”Crap! Crap! Crap!” the crowd
begins to chant*
*Chloe gulps*
*dog scrambles for the exit
before rotting produce is thrown*
Alrighty-then. I think I will leave it there for today.
Until tomorrow, when the engine will be purring like a panther…
Chloe
