Tsk, tsk. If Momma Spook ever tumbles to what Spook gets up to on this thread, she'll tie him up in his own sheet and run him through the wash to clean up his act!
JD's right - a sparkly has to grow a brain before he knows how to appreciate a woman with one. Sadly, some bucketheads are so eager to attract sparklies, they wind up acting a whole lot dumber than they are to try to attract their attention. They don't understand that a sparkly without a brain is really only good for fish food. Sounds like our Head Minion is wise enough to know that as fun as the sparkles may be, one shouldn't get so dazzled by the glitter that one can't see it for what it is - a snow job. Style without substance is a waste of time.
I stepped out of my back door this morning, and thought, "gee, it even smells green out here." Of course, the blessing (and curse) of rain is plant growth, and the Bunny had to spend a good part of yesterday mowing a horse pasture. I hadn't done that in a while; I'd forgotten how very wearing that kind of thing can be. It's dirty work, too. For years, I've had a joke about "going to irrigate the back 40," (i.e, the 40 pounds of dirt stuck to the back of my neck) at the end of the day. Of course, I get sort of used to the heat after a while, and even with the AC set at 80, when I come in the house, I feel like I'm freezing!
JD's right - a sparkly has to grow a brain before he knows how to appreciate a woman with one. Sadly, some bucketheads are so eager to attract sparklies, they wind up acting a whole lot dumber than they are to try to attract their attention. They don't understand that a sparkly without a brain is really only good for fish food. Sounds like our Head Minion is wise enough to know that as fun as the sparkles may be, one shouldn't get so dazzled by the glitter that one can't see it for what it is - a snow job. Style without substance is a waste of time.
I stepped out of my back door this morning, and thought, "gee, it even smells green out here." Of course, the blessing (and curse) of rain is plant growth, and the Bunny had to spend a good part of yesterday mowing a horse pasture. I hadn't done that in a while; I'd forgotten how very wearing that kind of thing can be. It's dirty work, too. For years, I've had a joke about "going to irrigate the back 40," (i.e, the 40 pounds of dirt stuck to the back of my neck) at the end of the day. Of course, I get sort of used to the heat after a while, and even with the AC set at 80, when I come in the house, I feel like I'm freezing!
