Miss Begotten is one of my pet names for myself, for Southern Gothic reasons best kept to myself. Miss Begotten tries to speak plainly, but sometimes she tends to babble -- parenthetically, of course. It's never my intention to offend (and usually that's true - except on those [maybe not so] rare occasions when I mean it very friggin' much) but it sometimes happens, so if you're unusually easily offended...
Thursday, April 21, 2011
White Flag From A Foxhole
It's been a long, hard week, with no rescue in sight. But that's okay. It'll be over at the end of the day. Of course, it'll start up again Monday, though -- praise the Lord -- next week promises to be considerably lighter. Not exactly rescue, but I'll take it.
Meanwhile, I'll keep waving the white flag and see who salutes. Do you see that little red head poking out of that hole, green eyes flashing fire? See those lips sporting their brand new Scarlet Whisper? Oh, never mind the lipstick. Yes, they are moving. Can you hear that faint little "Help!"
And the white flag waves on.
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It's just a kiss away, kiss away!
...With the Scarlet Whisper!
Yummy!!!
Someday Maybe I'll be lucky enough to taste that faint deliciousness.
Tease!!
I'd be waving a white flag, too, but I've exhausted my supply. Does waving a paisley flag have the same weight?
I'm more like to jab someone with the stick the white flag is attached too. LOL
I have upon occasion been described as "faintly delicious," G-man. I think it was a compliment? Maybe not. But who cares? My weekend is at long last here.
~Serena
I don't see why not, Bilbo. Nothin' wrong with making a fashion statement. BTW, hi! Haven't "seen" you in ages.:)
Roxan, you'd have to duct tape my hands to keep me from jabbing some people with the flag stick.:-)
Thanks, Ruela. I need to check out some of those keys; perhaps one of them locks the foxhole.:)
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