My foxes are back! I haven’t seen them all winter longer.
This makes me very happy.
I spent Sunday morning with the fox family in our backyard, by which I mean, I was up on the deck watching them. Seriously, I don’t know what’s in our lawn, but clearly it’s delicious.
One came back later in the day, near sunset, to frolic and chomp a few more delicacies, but it was too dark to snap a picture.
So, in the comments that shall not be named, but that I always delete? I find this one:
Hi my family member! I want to say that this post is awesome, great written and come with almost all significant infos. I’d like to look more posts like this.
I love this. I love this so hard. Am I so dim that I’m fooled by “Hi my family member!” You never know, so it’s a worth a shot, yes? Although I am pretty stoked that my posts come with almost all significant infos. Mind you, not all of them. This gives me something to strive for.
Until further notice, this will be my favorite comment that shall not be named, but that I always delete.
Do you have a spam problem on this blog?
Well played, Spammer. Well played.
Stolen from Annie Cardi.
Which Shakespeare character are you? Apparently, I am Rosalind and I’m thinking it would be a lot more fun to live in a Shakespeare comedy than in one of his tragedies, no?
If you click there here, you can find out who you are. No worries. This quiz will not be graded. However, we may judge you.
Once upon a time, I TP-ed George Clooney’s house. On paper–and not even toilet paper. I wrote a short story called TP-ing Casa de Clooney. When the Long and the Short of It review site posted it as their free read, I made mention of it here.
That resulted not so much in people reading the story (I think maybe three people have done that), but an avalanche of people searching for Mr. Clooney’s house. Amused by this, I wrote a post a month later about the impossibility of George Clooney living in my blog. I even included some photos of Mr. Clooney’s charming abodes.
This, as it turns out, was a mistake. The hits on that particular post, the one with the photos? Skyrocketed. It comes in waves, based, I assume, on spikes in celebrity gossip about Mr. Clooney. Does he have a new girlfriend? (I don’t know; it’s not my week to watch him.) Break up with said girlfriend because she used the word “marriage” in an interview? (You’d think they learn, no?)
So, just as I know when it’s high school book report season (hits on my review of Tamar by Mal Peet also skyrocket), I know when it’s open season on Mr. Clooney.
I suspect I’ll regret writing this blog post as well. Still, I’d like to make one thing clear:
It’s been five years and George Clooney still doesn’t live here.
I hope to write up a recap of the Betsy-Tacy convention in a few days. In short: a good time was had by all.
In the meantime, I’m working on a project and as part of that, I want to come up with as many sayings about time as I possibly can. For instance:
And so on. So if you have time on your mind, feel free to leave the saying in the comments section. If what I’m working on comes to fruition, I’ll be sure to let you know. Thanks!