I sometimes wonder what the people who gossip to me say about me when I'm not around. I don't care. I'm just curious.
Yesterday, I saw a coyote. I was driving down the highway and it was standing in a field. It actually looked quite majestic. Coyotes are always the rangy, scaggy things they're portrayed to be, ya know.
It was an outstanding coyote. It was out standing in a field. ROFL
Yellow-bellied sapsuckers... Their bellies aren't really all that yellow and they don't actually suck sap, they lick it. But vaguely-yellowish bellied saplicker doesn't quite roll off the tongue.
There's nothing quite like waking up in the morning, wandering toward the bathroom, and stepping in cat puke. Thankfully, I stepped in the smallest bit. After I turned the lights on, there were several piles. Not sure which cat urped all over the kitchen, but thankfully, he didn't urp on the carpet.
I keep receiving emails from scammers, trying to get me to buy their services for books that aren't even mine. This morning alone, they wanted me to hire them to promote something called After Midnight and something else called Hurricane Secrets. ROFL... what boobs.
And now I seem to be out of things to this-n-that. Feel free to drop your own. And have a great day!
I must attract a higher echelon of scammers. Mine at least get the titles right, though seldom the plot. 🤣
ReplyDeleteIf someone invented an alarm clock that sounded like a retching dog or cat, they'd make a fortune.
When did the term "yellow-bellied" become synonymous with the word "coward"? And who decided that punctuation always belongs INSIDE the quotation marks? I like the way the Brits do it better.
Most coyotes are outstanding. 😉
I have a gossipy meme I should post to X one of these days. In the meantime, it says something along the lines of "Gossips have a great sense of rumor."
I have nothing original to say today. It's been a week. I've managed an iota of writing with a smidge of "Oh shit! That can't happen yet so those two chapters need to move down the queue." I'm really starting to hate this book.
On that note, I need to see a woman about a horse. Water is getting as bad as coffee when it comes to a river running through it.
Later, gator!