Sunday morning existentialism:
What is the sound of blueberry tea brewing in the sun?
AND
Is the pancake half-gone, or is half remaining?
*sound of fingers snapping* Groovy, man. I look good in black tights and a beret.
I'm in an expansive mood this morning. Sweet hubby bubby made cornmeal and blueberry pancakes for breakfast. So tasty they'll put anyone in a strange state of mind.....
1 comment:
I'm jealous, I can't eat pancake anymore... Eat one more for me then.
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