Thursday's child has far to go
oin me on a journey through the cavernous hollows of my mind, a place where one can cry HELLO! and hear echoes speaking to each other for days, an endearing hamlet where various cheeses sit upon pedestals made entirely of Suzie's Flatbread, where yawning and kazoos are welcome and peas and canteloupe carded and bounced - my brain.
I don't usually have my wee cam with me where'er I go but one fine and recent Thursday I did. Because of this (sorry) I will now subject you to the faces I (sorry) saw and recorded for you (sorry) on a typical day in my life (sorry). I will not apologize.
Girls, get in line to purchase your very own hair-bob version of The Scream.
Loud Howard meets office supplies.
Last but nay least, gaze long and deep. Please say you can see him, this liquid version of a muppet, my aqua buddy. He is sad, so very blue. And here he is refreshing me. Tell me, how does one hug a glass of water so that all come out winners?
Sorry. Thank you, come again.