The march of linkage carries on….
:: Also, there are, like, a thousand Madisons now. Thanks, Splash.
:: Who knows? Maybe F bombs are what it will take for some people to get it. Heh, heh, heh.
:: Superman has a plan and that plan involves three animals. (Yeah, I want to know what the plan is, too!)
:: I then had a flashback to the worst of all grandparent desserts… Black Walnut Ice Milk! (Heh. We had a cat once, an orange Persian named Papagena — Poppie, for short. Poppie loved ice cream. Absolutely adored it. Whenever someone ate ice cream, she’d hover around until you gave her the bowl at the end. And if she was sleeping in a bedroom and you were eating ice cream in the living room, she would come running the second she heard the clinking of the spoon against the bottom of the bowl. And she knew the difference in sound between a spoon against the bowl of ice cream, because she wouldn’t budge if you tried to fake her out by clinking a spoon on the bottom of an empty bowl, or if you were eating soup or cereal. But…she loathed ice milk, and on the rare occasion that was the offering, once she discovered that it was ice milk in the bowl, she’d glower at us and stalk off.)
That’s all for this week. More next week!