And then I used the dough I had left over from the galette to make a banana blueberry tart.
Now I'm DEFINITELY driving north...
I never got in trouble in school, and I really don't know why. I wasn't particularly goody goody. I just never got caught. Once I unrolled an entire filmstrip off a reel in algebra class (can you imagine an algebra film?), and they never even suspected me.
The only time I really got into trouble in high school was when I refused to salute the flag. My homeroom teacher was just outraged when I told her I wouldn't salute the flag of any country involved in an illegal war. Lol! She sent me to the principal's office and he called my dad, who told them that he agreed with me and I was not legally bound to salute the flag if I didn't want to. Good old dad. When I was in eighth grade I did a book report on Catcher in the Rye, and the teacher called my parents. She thought they should know about the "inappropriate book" I had read. My father told her he was proud of me for reporting on such a sophisticated book at my age. He also told her I had been using his "adult" library card since third grade and he thought it was great.
I tried to re-read Catcher in the Rye a while ago and couldn't finish it. It seemed too goddam phony to go on.
guess that counts as going outside, even if it was not in my backyard, right Shiny Object?
Had a beautiful moment today. The back of my mind wanted to turn it into a poem to post here, but the world has seen enough words about gorgeous blue skies, cool breezes, and bucolic loveliness. It's the thought that counts though, so I figured I'd share the thought.
The thought is lovely, but the poem is always welcome. There's really nothing new to write about; that's why there are universal themes. Any "beautiful day" poem can be wonderful when the writer interjects him or herself (and the associated unique experiences) into the language. I think as writers we're driven to write over and over on the same themes and as readers we can appreciate our commonalities when we read each other.
*shrug* I knew that I could not do it justice. Thus I wanted to make clear that I was thinking of y'all. Ain't I sweet?
Actually you are very sweet. But I still think you could have written the poem. I'm relentless about this stuff. Always have been.
Actually you are very sweet. But I still think you could have written the poem. I'm relentless about this stuff. Always have been.
Shhh! Don't be giving away my motives!
Darling, your motives are your own.
It's your off-color thoughts I'm likely to pry away from you....
*shrug* I knew that I could not do it justice. Thus I wanted to make clear that I was thinking of y'all. Ain't I sweet?
Actually you are very sweet. But I still think you could have written the poem. I'm relentless about this stuff. Always have been.
Shhh! Don't be giving away my motives!
Darling, your motives are your own.
It's your off-color thoughts I'm likely to pry away from you....
For relentless unremitting flirting in the confessional thread I'm thinking the Grand High Inquisitor/Vizier will be requiring a pennance ... I am strongly recommending a triad sonnet. Angeline, being such a scarlet woman will be writing every 2nd line with Hom and Foolio alternating around you. The couplet is yours alone, though Ang, go forth and sin no more.
Darling I'm happy to oblige. Angeline is always up for sonnet action! Gentlemen?
I'll, uh, take a swing. How does this work? Is Fool at the back of the piece, or am I?
), and assuming I write every other line plus the last couplet, we'd have something like this:
