Ruminate on expectations, drudge cogitating snot. Exsanguinate crimson corpuscles, suck chuck-muck. Porous veil, lacy gently wafting; Gottado Watta. Reveal the cellar door, abort the slick wrench. Illuminate, intimate, procreate. Vomit, belching, bile. Accomplished. Final. Final, this Curate’s Egg. (This inexplicable post is a writer’s/writers’ block alleviation that owes itself to the #goodwordsbadwords challenge on…
Author: Backpacking Dad
McStepford: A lesson in Cool
One of Erin’s baby friends, whose name I will change to Froggy for no nefarious purpose but merely because he was dressed as a frog for Halloween last year, moved into the neighbourhood across the street a few months ago. It is an intimidating neighbourhood. That is, when Froggy’s mom was greeted with welcome baskets…
Speechless Wednesday
May 15th, 2009