Sunday, August 1, 2010

But What Does it All Mean??

Sunday morning existentialism:

What is the sound of blueberry tea brewing in the sun?


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:

Anonymous said...

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