I can be flattered into anything

Proof positive:

I spent my carefully accrued and hoarded Register Rewards on one of those tacky, silly singing frogs for the kiddo after she sung the praises of Chrissy Hynde and the Pretenders Isle of View in the car and asked me to please turn it up.

It sings “I Don’t Like Spider’s and Snakes”, and even sticks its tongue out! She’s as happy as a clam now, and dances in the living room around it (it’s the froggy polka, Mama!), after showing it off to the two disinterested felines, Finn and Nelly. She named it Felix. We’re thinking of inviting dear Auntie Pentyne to come meet him. You know you want to do the froggy polka, P!

in which i get all scrapbooky

Because it’s my blog and I can.

This is one of my favorites poems, freedom is a breakfastfood. I love the way cummings plays with contradictions. Time and experience are not as linear as we perceive.

Enjoy:

as freedom is a breakfastfood
or truth can live with right and wrong
or molehills are from mountains made
–long enough and just so long
will being pay the rent of seem
and genius please the talentgang
and water most encourage flame

as hatracks into peachtrees grow
or hopes dance best on bald men’s hair
and every finger is a toe
and any courage is a fear
–long enough and just so long
will the impure think all things pure
and hornets wail by children stung

or as the seeing are the blind
and robins never welcome spring
nor flatfolk prove their world is round
nor dingsters die at break of dong
and common’s rare and millstones float
–long enough and just so long
tomorrow will not be too late

worms are the words but joy’s the voice
down shall go which and up come who
breasts will be breasts thighs will be thighs
deeds cannot dream what dreams can do
–time is a tree (this life one leaf)
but love is the sky and i am for you
just so long and long enough

e.e. cummings