"You'll miss the best things, if you keep your eyes shut. " ~ Dr. Seus
Last Monday was IVIG day. Saturday I got gussied up and went to dinner. A rare event. I threw caution to the wind and had a glass of wine and gelato for dessert. The last hour of dinner, I felt like a bomb exploding in my head. Nobody noticed. I kept a smile on my face and saved the expletives for my better half on the car ride home. I paid for that bit of wine, gelato and all that conversation all day Sunday. Lyme disease won't quit me. It's time to put voo-doo, witchcraft and the coo-coo on the table. Something. Anything. Anybody want to put a spell on the spirochetes in my brain? Because they are the devil and I need them exorcised.
“I know it is wet and the sun is not sunny, but we can have lots of good fun that is funny.” ~ Dr. Seus This is stuff I need to say to myself in sobering reality.
Nature's fleeting prism, suspended in time. That time I try to pen something poetic, but I got nothing.
Look! I found a pleonasm! Juicy succulent.
And if an inverted dog butt captured in a raindrop isn't poetry, I don't know what is...
hello wild dingo its dennis the vizsla dog hay dada is saying sumthing abowt how he only wants to see yoo dansing in the purpel rain i hav no ideea wot he is tawking abowt for wun thing if it is raining yoo shud be inside and for another thing rain is not purpel!!! dada is so weerd sumtimes!!! ok bye