Butter Wocky

Tuesday, Oct. 13, 2009 - 4:28 a.m.

Thank you all for the sweet anniversary wishes, both here and over on Facebook.

We had a quiet night. John gave me a lovely card, and we both went to sleep early.

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The rain is here. John's hips have seized up, and so has my hair.

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The afternoon was interesting; Alan is back from his family vacation.

We managed to complete our daily business call yesterday, and then about five minutes or so later, he sent me a text.

Are you going to pick the kids up?

Obviously this was a misfire, intended for Deanna, his wife. So I responded:

No, I can't pick the kids up, but Dee might.

There was a pause, and then Alan sent:

Funny :)

Me:

Well, you ASKED

Alan:

lmao

Me, upon realizing I'd let a golden opportunity slip from my grasp:

I coulda had fun w this, u know. "Yes, I'm picking up the kids. Go home, get naked, and meet me in the garage with a stick of butter!"

Alan:

I'd never fall for that!

Me:

Worth a try!

Alan

:)

I've found that if I just sit here and quietly wait in the recliner, the bloghworthy events of the day will always find me.

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Also here's a little something I found somewhere that I call Spellcheckerwocky:

Jabs

'Tweaks brimful, and the slitter toward
Did gyrfalcons and gimpy in the wacky:
All minaret were the borough,
And the momentarily ratified outgrows.

"Beware the Jabs, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Judas bird, and shun
The frustrated Banding!"

He took his vortices sword in hand:
Long time the mao foe he sought -
So rested he by the Tumultuous tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in Uganda thought he stood,
The Jabs, with eyes of flame,
Came whig through the tulips wood,
And burden as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vortices blade went snider-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galvanism back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabs?
Come to my arms, my bean boy!
O fraction day! Calloused! Calligraphy!
He chortled in his joy.

'Tweaks brimful, and the slitter toward
Did gyrfalcons and gimpy in the wacky:
All minaret were the borough,
And the momentarily ratified outgrows.

I'm pretty sure no explanation is needed. :)

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All right, that's it. Have a good Tuesday.

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1 of my readers commented on this entry

requiel
So funny!!! I love it!
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