Last year, I didn't make any New Year's resolutions. Subsequently, I stepped in some deep doodie. Coincidence? Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. I might have been a dumb cluck. To be on the safe side, I'm thinking maybe I'd better make some this year. Thing is, I can't think of any. I don't have any bad habits I need to break. I have no major character flaws I need to correct; well, not that many. I'm sure there are those who think it might behoove me to stop muttering curses under my breath, but I disagree. I never mutter at the innocent. Mumbling curses has no discernible effect on the cursees, anyway. Maybe I should take up Voodoo, but I've heard that involves live chickens. I don't mind admitting that I'm slightly scared of angry, squawking chickens. It's a conundrum. I ought to think up some Resolutions. Any suggestions?
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...
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Conundrum
Last year, I didn't make any New Year's resolutions. Subsequently, I stepped in some deep doodie. Coincidence? Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. I might have been a dumb cluck. To be on the safe side, I'm thinking maybe I'd better make some this year. Thing is, I can't think of any. I don't have any bad habits I need to break. I have no major character flaws I need to correct; well, not that many. I'm sure there are those who think it might behoove me to stop muttering curses under my breath, but I disagree. I never mutter at the innocent. Mumbling curses has no discernible effect on the cursees, anyway. Maybe I should take up Voodoo, but I've heard that involves live chickens. I don't mind admitting that I'm slightly scared of angry, squawking chickens. It's a conundrum. I ought to think up some Resolutions. Any suggestions?
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Resolved. I promise to start the year 2013 on 1/1/2013.
That doesn't obligate you much.
quid
LOL, Quid. I could do that one, I think.:)
You don't need a live chicken!!
I have a Chicken Foot I can lend you...:-)
Now that doesn't mean that I can be part of any Voodoo Curses OK?
I don't know, Mr. G-man. Aren't chicken feet kind of -- scary?:)
I can't even think up any resolutions for me, let alone for anyone else, Serena! ;)
And as for the muttering curses under your breath...cut that out! Say them out loud! I do! It helps ease the tension and anger...and there's a lot on our news bulletins these days that makes me angry! Our news Down Under, anyway...with a bit of help from elsewhere! ;)
I'm having chicken for lunch...thanks! lol
I'd try the cursing out loud, Lee, if I didn't think "they'd" cart me away. LOL. I'm not a bit scared of chicken on a lunch plate. I much prefer them that way.:)
Last year, I resolved to have no resolutions. Nothing overly good or bad has thus far happened this year, save for whatever's coming 12-21-12 (and I already addressed the pros and cons of that, and will again on 12-17-12).
So...resolve to overcome your fear of chickens by roasting one a month. Whether you use rotissere, grill, oven, fried, or Dean Martin-style, it will overcome your chicken of chickens, though some might cluck 'fowl'...
Oh, not to worry, Skunk -- I have no fear of fried, roasted, baked, boiled, or barbecued chickens. 12/21 could get interesting; looking forward to your take on it.;)
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