Pretty Things
Enough of the war and bombs and bad guys. Enough I say. That is not why I blog.
I blog...because I love.
Without further ado, then, I shall don my smiley face shirt and sparkly-rimmed pink sunglasses, and take you on a brief tour of my real life shorn of all false bravado.
This is our cherry tree.
Pretty, huh?
One day we were watering our hanging plant and guess what we found inside?
Can you imagine such a thing?
You can probably guess what we found in there a few weeks later.
These are house martins (obviously the first one already took off).
Moving on now from the cute to the ridiculously cute, we check in on the puppy project.
That faint sound you hear is people all over the world who just joined you in saying, "Awww!"
Would you like to see another one? Sure you would.
(They're even cuter in person, FYI.)
This thematic oscillation reveals the inner truth of this blog: Deport the Muslims...puppies; loose the dogs of war...puppies; nuke our enemies...PUPPIES! Embracing both extremes is the yin and yang, the happy middle ground, of existence.
I'm pretty sure this makes me a moderate.
We'll end on a high note. Any of you bad mo-fo's may want to cover your eyes because this next one is hyper-cuteness of a degree it might screw with your head, make you giggle like a girl and leave you weeping on your Mac-5. Your homeys don't need to see that.
Oh, and clicking to enlarge any of the above is a perfectly normal human reaction and in no way reflects on your manhood. To observe is scientific, that's all.








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