Sunday, August 1, 2010

But What Does it All Mean??

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:

Jazzcat said...

I'm jealous, I can't eat pancake anymore... Eat one more for me then.

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