Redefining misanthropy for a fresh generation. Standard posts begin with a definition from Ambrose Bierce's The Devil's Dictionary followed by a modern adjustment. Miscellany on Wednesday and storytelling on Saturday.
Did you hug a tree today, or just hike your leg on one?
Good Sunday morning to you.
Where are the frogs? Shouldn't there be frogs?
Where's Moses when you need him?
It's down to the nitty gritty.Too bad Orion and Orpheus couldn't both be dumped in exchange for Joe the Planter.:-)Happy Sunday! Tell the doggies Jamie Dawn said hello.
You're on a roll
I can see you are growing wearing of the rain and the O's.I can't say I blame you.Well done my friend. Late but that is understandable, if the hike called.
Icy, I try to alternate.Actonbell, there aren't many trees in my neck of the woods, so we hike in nearby mountains where the leaves are falling.And to you, blogmama.Amoeba, that sounds interesting. I might just have to find a copy and read it.Quilly, long dead, I'm afraid.Haha, J.D. Yeah, Joe for Planter!Thanks, Sis. How you rollin'?Thank you, Cooper. It's a Saturday ritual with dad and dogs.
I've never attended a mildewed celebration before, but I suppose it could be fun. The campfire looked more inviting :)
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