If I am repaired, can we meet again for the first time, in all of the places I have feared to go, and then, again, in all of the places I will have forgotten, if I am repaired?




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Here is the desk drawer in which all of my odds and ends are kept, tidbits that would otherwise never see the light of day.











Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Little Icky, Big Icky

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So, normally I don't complain about genetically engineered fruit. 
I probably don't even know when I'm eating it.
But the peaches at Walmart are too big.
I can't take a bite out of them without getting peach up my nose. 
And this, my friends, is too much of a good thing.


And then I came around the corner of the house,
La, La, La
on my way to the mailbox with a Netflix movie...
( 'An Education'...
I wouldn't recommend it)
Only to find this tasty little morsel...




Yikes!
Don't think for a moment that I didn't almost wet my jammies.
That's a deer carcass for you City Mice...
What's left of it anyway.
I'll let you guess who I won't be kissing on the lips for the next week or so. 

2 comments:

  1. Oh! My! God!
    DOGGERS.
    I can't even.. ugh. No sir.

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  2. Yummy, you need to get them ribs on the grill right away.

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