Who Poached my Watermelon?!?!
Have you ever woken up with a real rush of emotion?
This morning when the alarm went off (probably the 6th time) I was irate. The thought running through my head:
WHO POACHED MY WATERMELON?
Surely that means something.
Labels: random thoughts
posted by Taylor W @ 6:40 AM
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5 Comments:
I always have dreams that my mother was yelling at me for not doing something, and then I wake up feeling guilty, and it takes me forever to convince myself that I was actually dreaming and didn't really break my mother's favorite vase.
Taylor! Remember way back when when you sent your blog link to everyone? Well, I check back every now and again, I just didn't realize I could comment... so hear I am, commenting :-D I love keeping up with you and Jenni by reading what you have going on. We miss you guys terribly. This most recent one is a little bizarre... mad that someone poached your watermelon?? :-D Also, while I'm here I'll comment on a past post rather then heading that way to do it...hope you don't mind. :) Your photographs are incredible!! They always have been, but I think you've gotten even better. Anyway, I'm glad to see you all are doing so well. Please tell that wonderful wife of yours to call me soon!!!!
Love
Heather Pritchett :)
Nice. And since you asked...
I should add that we don't have "Karnaby Fudge" by Darles Chickens, or "Farmer of Sludge" by Marles Pickens, or even "Stickwick Stapers" by Farles Wickens with four M's and a silent Q!!!!! Why don't you try W. H. Smith's?
oops. i didn't post who that last one was from. i bet you'd never figure it out
"I have [tried W.H. Smith's] - they sent me here."
(for those of you who don't get the reference: http://www.csd.uwo.ca/~jamie/.Refs/.Footnotes/.MontyPython/bookshop.orig.txt)
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