Oh, hello. I'm not here today. I'm over at Black Magpie Theory. Panicking. Not picnicking. Panicking. Two different things, I assure you. Come to think of it, I'd rather be picnicking on the moors with Colin Firth, but we don't always get to choose, do we?
No, no we don't. Damn it.
While you're there, check out the awesomeness of the other writers and don't forget to nab the rss feed so you never miss a thing. I know how you hate to be left out.
See you here tomorrow, my darlings.
I wouldn't mind picnicking with Colin either. Or Laura Linney.
ReplyDeleteOne sentence in the story explains it all.
ReplyDelete"Senate Republicans make assholery look effortless."
Truer words were never spoken.
Yes, yes, Colin Firth! Without his shirt! Or with his shirt, but open at the neck, and maybe it could rain on the moor that day, rain a lot, and plaster the shirt to that amazing chest....
ReplyDeleteOh, wait, that wasn't the point of the post; was it?
I'm off to the Black Magpie, just as soon as I collect my dignity.