Fall’s one and only
The only problem with fall is socks. As much as I love socks in all of their argyle-y, stripe-y glory, I really resent having to put them on every morning after a summer of socklessness. Though it just takes moments to pick out a pair and slide ‘em on, it’s somehow throwing off my entire morning schedule.
If you know what’s good for you
I sweet talked this guy into a photo on Saturday evening. I have yet to listen to Slayer.
Bye bye little birdie
Ever since I posted that cute little toothpick-legged seagull stealing his daily snack, it’s sort of taken a hold on me the same way that when I was little, we would open the refrigerator door again and again to see if the light really did go out when I closed it. Of course, we would open it again and it would be on again.
Similarly, I began to think of the poor little seagull in a neverending, eternal loop. Was he still running when I closed the browser window? So, I’d open it again and there he was slowly sneaking into the store and trotting out, like he’d never stopped. I kept imagining him doing it again and again, long after I wasn’t at my computer anymore. It was exhausting.
So, this post isn’t really about anything inparticular. It’s just a way of getting that poor little guy off of my screen when I open Wordsmifs. I am hoping it will release him from what has got to be a sort of punishment, a personal damnation to relive his crimes over and over again.
