Katie Makkai, a veteran poetry slammer - defining the word "pretty".
What did you think?
Busy day here on the farm... Imma gonna be flat squashed by dinnertime but eh, c'est la vie. I have to drive to the city Friday morning to get Vegas (who will be back from his bidness trip by then) so I'm trying to get a bunch of stuff done before then.
Um. I guess it's same old, same old then!
My lips are salty.
Meh. Stupid salt that's everywhere, just everywhere!
*throws out empty pototo chip bag*
We're having our indian summer this week, it's just fantastic - I was outside in a t-shirt all day yesterday, even had the house windows open until way late at night when the rains came. OK fine, it's not a great indian summer since it's raining practically every day, but still. So yummy.
Except for all the freaking flies, ladybugs and moths that swarm inside in droves - what the hey? I killed over a dozen flies in the living room yesterday afternoon, it felt like a scene from The Amityville Horror.
Gross, so very gross.
Besides feeding frogs and birds, does anyone know why we need flies on this planet?
/end of Happy Hump(ing) Day post/