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My cane bites, but I don't...well at least not not strangers.
Lady Koregan
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My Bottom Smarts
Visit the link above to see the list of everyone participating in Love Our Lurkers Day.
The more the merrier.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Monday, October 18, 2010
LOL day is coming!
For those of you unfamiliar with it, Love Our Lurkers day is a day set aside in the blogging community to acknolwedge our readers and invite those who have read but not commented to "de-lurk" and post a comment.
Participating is easy. On October 21st put up a post inviting your readers to comment, then email Bonnie at My Bottom Smarts to let her know you have participated.
Don't forget to visit other participating blogs! It's a great way to find like minded people!
Lady Koregan
Participating is easy. On October 21st put up a post inviting your readers to comment, then email Bonnie at My Bottom Smarts to let her know you have participated.
Don't forget to visit other participating blogs! It's a great way to find like minded people!
Lady Koregan
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Understanding
We were driving in the rain- on our way to pick up a few supplies before the night's play began.
We passed through the parking lot of a small shopping center. Suddenly, he stopped between two rows of cars. He sat stone still in the driver's seat, a look of abject horror on his face.
I looked where he was looking and saw the sign for a type of combination restaurant/ arcade famous and infamous among anyone who has ever been in-- or even near one.
"Tell me we're not going in there," said he. There was actual terror in his voice; this from the man who does not fear whips, or needles, or even raw fire.
I assured him we weren't.
He began telling horror stories of his encounters with various pitchfork wielding imps.
I waited for him to pause, then told him "I'm in charge of the toy deparment.
Surprise, then comprehension spread across his wonderfully expressive face.
"I don't have to tell you then," said he. "You know."
"Oh, yes."
He looked at me, and seemed we understood each other a bit better than we had a minute before.
We continued on.
We passed through the parking lot of a small shopping center. Suddenly, he stopped between two rows of cars. He sat stone still in the driver's seat, a look of abject horror on his face.
I looked where he was looking and saw the sign for a type of combination restaurant/ arcade famous and infamous among anyone who has ever been in-- or even near one.
"Tell me we're not going in there," said he. There was actual terror in his voice; this from the man who does not fear whips, or needles, or even raw fire.
I assured him we weren't.
He began telling horror stories of his encounters with various pitchfork wielding imps.
I waited for him to pause, then told him "I'm in charge of the toy deparment.
Surprise, then comprehension spread across his wonderfully expressive face.
"I don't have to tell you then," said he. "You know."
"Oh, yes."
He looked at me, and seemed we understood each other a bit better than we had a minute before.
We continued on.
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