Still haven't gotten around to making that icon, darn it.
Runny eyes, sneezing, coughing. I thought I was done with that but it came back again this afternoon. Maybe better by morning.
The moon is brilliant here, but it's "colder than a well digger's ankle" as my dad would have said. His mother-in-law, my maternal grandmother, was just as picturesque, only her expression of choice was "colder than a witch's teat." Which reminds me of the time my college boyfriend and I climbed up a wooded hill near her house to watch the sunset on a summer's evening. It took us a while to find our way back down and home to her place. She made us describe the location we'd been using.
"Oh," she said, "Was it like a little hill on the top of a bigger hill? All covered with thorny bushes near the bottom?"
We agreed that it was.
She laughed. "That's called 'The Old Maid's Nipple.'" And the funny part of that was, at the time, I didn't get it. Years later, when she was long gone, it finally dawned on me why... Duh.
Off to bed, I think.
Runny eyes, sneezing, coughing. I thought I was done with that but it came back again this afternoon. Maybe better by morning.
The moon is brilliant here, but it's "colder than a well digger's ankle" as my dad would have said. His mother-in-law, my maternal grandmother, was just as picturesque, only her expression of choice was "colder than a witch's teat." Which reminds me of the time my college boyfriend and I climbed up a wooded hill near her house to watch the sunset on a summer's evening. It took us a while to find our way back down and home to her place. She made us describe the location we'd been using.
"Oh," she said, "Was it like a little hill on the top of a bigger hill? All covered with thorny bushes near the bottom?"
We agreed that it was.
She laughed. "That's called 'The Old Maid's Nipple.'" And the funny part of that was, at the time, I didn't get it. Years later, when she was long gone, it finally dawned on me why... Duh.
Off to bed, I think.