It's off to the shores I go
Posted Saturday, August 4, 2007, at 10:09 PM
Although it pains me more than you all (or ya'll) may know, I am compelled at this juncture to depart from the halls of blogging for a few sunsets. There is a sandy beach calling my name..."Minnie, Minnie, come on down and do your beached whale imitation." Can you slap a voice calling one's name? mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
I shall return from my much deserved furlough in just half a fortnight with a fresh view (or vue) for you (or yew). In my absence, I hereby entrust this establishment to my dedicated, beanied and boleroed friends, Goat Lady and Cake, in whom I am well pleased.
Adios, Aloha, LOL, DVD, IRS, DWB, etc., etc., etc.
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Oh, it was a wonderfully adventurous face-off today in the hills of Tillman. There was Goat Lady with her pseudo-ferocious bearded friends, and the temptress, Cake, in all her subliminalocity (yep, another Minnie coined wordage) and with her contemptuous baked items about, and Ducky, with ice cream cone crumbs in her ruffled feathers, and finally Yellow Rose with all her "armpit" wisdom. And there was I.B. (is that for Intimidating Bravado?)…with his defenses up, but his dobber down.
Together they faced off in a war of words absent of trebuchets and with no "punkins" chunked, except those kicked up by the heals of hungry goats as they scavenged the remains.
No gloating, only goating…no melons of malice.
They agreed to disagree as to who rules, maleism or femalism, with the understanding that our solo maleism specimen be allowed to contribute his male-ified theories in spite of being outnumbered from the start (a maleism trait to be commended in itself). It was agreed to hold our melons, our cake recipes and our tongues, in the name of peace. (not "piece," as in cake).
And about the time all agreed to peacefully disburse, came a disturbance from atop the hillside within sight of the "bout." It was none other than Minnie herself, showing evidence of her initial layer of skin molting as a result of her recent Gulf excursion and donned in her best chiffon babushka. All were witness to her (my) rushing trek downhill, all the while fending off the mysterious Tillman UFA (unidentified foreign animal…see Madeline's blog). At the inference of my fate being in danger (or endangered), the aforementioned joined forces and came to Minnie's (my) rescue, much to the dismay of the spectating goats at hand, at which time said goats dropped in a dead faint, hence living up to their given name, and thereby feigning off the mysterious Tillman hyena-like creature.
My thanks are extended to all attendees, blogees and bloggers and the blogless.
Sometimes, in the name of peace (or a piece of cake), we just have to agree to disagree!
P.S. All the stress of the day has forced me to indulge in the consumption of ample amounts of chocolate, which has the ill affect of making all of my clothes shrink by morning. Can't figure out the connection.
I believe you can be charged as an accessory by association, kind of like wearing white pumps after Labor Day...oh, wait, different accessory. Anyway, yes, you are elibible for charges, but that's the price you may have to pay for being allowed to "associate" with the best...trust me..we're worth it (kind of like Loreal, but moreso).
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