“I see you’re growing yourself a sycamore forest again Jen”
The dulcet (not so) tones of my neighbour each spring as it comes to the first mow of the year. 112 more words
Mixing it up here at the old blog by, you know, actually writing on it.
“Mix,” in fact, is the word on my mind today. As in, “Get ready for a mixed-up, mixed bag of a post.” Or, “How many mixed metaphors can I throw into the mix today?” Or, “Our reckless, moronic loon of a so-called president and his spineless minions in Congress have really got us mixed up in some sh*t.” You choose. 723 more words