Oh, this made me chuckle. Not at your dilemma, but the way you presented it. I pictured Scrabble tiles, spaced evenly, impaled through the center by a long string, and held at each end by your hands spread wide. And you, trying to tear your sensible feet from goo. See how good you are. ;) Go read some Capote.
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Oh, this made me chuckle. Not at your dilemma, but the way you presented it. I pictured Scrabble tiles, spaced evenly, impaled through the center by a long string, and held at each end by your hands spread wide.
ReplyDeleteAnd you, trying to tear your sensible feet from goo.
See how good you are. ;)
Go read some Capote.
Jayne - Glad it made you smile. Your comment made me think that I really should consider taking a more lateral approach to things. Thank you.
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