Nuts.
Nuts.
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
turkey bacon and slice of fat free cheese on a sandwich thin
What Are You Crazy!!!
green tea
Calvin: You can’t just turn on creativity like a faucet. You have to be in the right mood.
Hobbes: What mood is that?
Calvin: Last-minute panic.
Toasted tomate-y sandwich,sans bacon, as I am shunning meat now that I'm no longer living in a country of Sunday roasts. =[
On the plus side, it's got mayo, bean sprouts, avacado, and a rojo sauce. Gnom, gnom, gnom. (Delicious cake... hehehe...)
Naked except for a cigarette, you let your mind drift and forget your disbelief. Feel the chill down your back and the flutter of wings through dandelion fields, and forget the pull of gravity in a night without stars.
I lack eloquence and commitment to my arguments. They are half baked, and I will begin passionately, and then abandon them.
Cookies!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ethel Mertz: Gee, this high altitude sure gives me an appetite.
Fred Mertz: What's your excuse at sea level?
Fred Mertz: Now what are we supposed to do? Thumb a ride on a passing halibut?
Ricky Ricardo: I can't afford it.
Lucy Ricardo: Those must have been the first English words you learned.
A glass of 2005 Chateau Neuf Du Pape - Yum!
The best cheese in creation!
I'm weary with right-angles, abbreviated daylight,
Waiting for a winter to be done.
Why do I still see you in every mirrored window,
In all that I could never overcome?
It's called Niagara Gold. I had it for the first time today. It's sooo good.
I'm weary with right-angles, abbreviated daylight,
Waiting for a winter to be done.
Why do I still see you in every mirrored window,
In all that I could never overcome?
I dunno. It might be some strange Canadian concoction. Sorry!
I'm weary with right-angles, abbreviated daylight,
Waiting for a winter to be done.
Why do I still see you in every mirrored window,
In all that I could never overcome?
A plum jam sandwich
My Birthday Pie![]()
I'm weary with right-angles, abbreviated daylight,
Waiting for a winter to be done.
Why do I still see you in every mirrored window,
In all that I could never overcome?
A glass of red wine. (Shiraz)
LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/