Oh, I hate when this happens. You write a lovely post. A long post. You labor. You sweat. You proofread. You edit. You post photos...
And in a heartbeat, it's all gone.
And you do not feel like writing the whole thing over, because you haven't got enough daylight hours left, and chores, they do beckon. So I shall not re-write it at all. No, I shall not. But I will leave you with a fun shot from the freshly decorated Christmas tree. And you will like it. Yes, you will. And you will be happy with what you get, and I will be outside shoveling mudnure as you are snuggled up wishing you had a Kissy Fishy, too.
And in a heartbeat, it's all gone.
And you do not feel like writing the whole thing over, because you haven't got enough daylight hours left, and chores, they do beckon. So I shall not re-write it at all. No, I shall not. But I will leave you with a fun shot from the freshly decorated Christmas tree. And you will like it. Yes, you will. And you will be happy with what you get, and I will be outside shoveling mudnure as you are snuggled up wishing you had a Kissy Fishy, too.
7 comments:
Yes, I hate it when that happens. Cute fish.
Ratz! I usually either check my internet connection, or hit the preview button before I publish, I've lost a post or two and now I'm cautious.
mudnure...love it. I wonder if you have rancid mudnure in the slushy/icy form I have. I figure that is what big beautiful tractors are for...:) OH!! and those profound moments of philosophical greatness never to be read by anyone but you and the cat... yea, I've been there. I wonder if Socrates had a blasted computer if he would have been as profound and famous.
Wow that fish is kinda scary!
I do love your little fishy, but I hate we missed out on the great read you had planned for us. Darn it! No mudnure here...only frozen biscuits.
I DO wish I had a kissy fish!!
I suspect that we missed out on a tika driving post. For shame. But at least the kissy fish is sparkly
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