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?



Monday, February 2, 2015

So, I flopped on to my bed with my boy, Bo, fully intending to break bad on some blogging with my I-phone. 

I was fixed to get intimate with ya'll. Bring you up to speed. Hypothesize as to why my posts have diminished to tweets.Pathetic tweets at that. I was set to apologize, and with my thumbs, hope for a better tomorrow. 


Bo, unfortunately has gas. It's just awful. Funny, but awful. 

I'd say it has a great deal to do with the miscellaneous pig and deer parts strewn about my yard. But it really doesn't matter what it has a great deal to do with, because as you can clearly see from the photograph, I'm  in no position to...  well... dwell. 

Maybe next time.

Stay comfy.


  1. hahaha
    My sister used to blame the dog too when it really was her...

  2. Shh...don't tell...if I have gas at work, I make sure I walk by my least favorite student...often.

  3. lol........sadly in my house the lad's take pride in (and announce beforehand) their farts......


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