Perfectly logical thoughts
I was just sitting back in my chair, looking up at the ceiling.
I have had a headache for the past hour or so.
My ceiling is interesting, in a chaotic illogical patternless sort of way.
Brussels sprouts make no sense.
There may be a train leaving Vienna right now, headed in the wrong direction.
Lizards probably speak Vietnamese when no one is around to hear them.
But they do it with an Australian accent, like that gecko in the Geico commercials.
My head hurts.
Ooooh, look, dancing igloos made from herb butter and confetti!
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12 comments:
I like that gecko. I hope you are not casting aspersions on him...
I had a trip like that in the 70's...
I think like that too...my fiance thinks I'm disturbed.
How d you get the igloos to dance like that? Are they life sized... I like herb butter, but I wouldn't want to live in it.
I wish my ceiling were interesting. Oh well.
Mr. Fab: I like him too. I hope you are not casting aspersions on the Vietnamese.
Angry: Has it been that long?
Marilyn: The igloos need really comfortable shoes or they can't dance at all.
Natalie: Well, you could try flicking things up onto it...
Robin: Hopefully he finds disturbed people arousing.
You need to write a book of your thoughts!!!
MichaelC: I'd love to! I wonder who would agree to publish it?
I've read and enjoyed your blog for a long time. It inspired me to start my own! I'm annoyed when people don't comment so I thought it was about time I commented on yours! Keep up the funny blogs!
I'm casting serious aspersions on Brussel sprouts.
How's your head?
Lazyjmom: How sweet! Thank you for the comment! Good luck with your blog. :)
Stacy: My head feels much better now; thanks for asking! :)
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