What a weekend. Seriously... what. a. weekend.
So, yes, what shall i speak of on this fine mon day? The sky is bright, the trees are a fresh young green, and the dog-drool webs (like spider webs but with saliva) that Willa has decorated my house with catch the light of the sun with an extra special sparkle.
Yum.
I CANNOT wait to go to Barnes and Noble and get some writing done. I CANNOT WAIT. Caaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnot. I'm all hopped up on imagination and it's starting to play with my mind. MY MIND! but what else is new besides my current complete lack of respect for the b in but... i'm sorry, it just didn't need to be capitalized at that juncture.
I have an idea... why don't you thank the maker? I saw that pin a lot this weekend. Along with the tag line of www.thankyougeorge.com - at least that's what my memory is fooling me into believing. It could have been a complete other website. Who knows?
Well, I must take myself away now. Off into the blissful day that awaits me beyond this screen (it'll probably plunk me right down indoors in yet another area, preferably with books and coffee as i have already mentioned).
Nonsense is the bliss that dreams are formed by.
and that, is what they say, is that.
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upon further inspection i find that i enjoy 'day of mon' better than mon day. I don't even need to mention monday, do i? It's soooo cliche. and not the cool kind either.
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