Well … a far more responsible young person is feeding and watering the cat, in our mutual friend’s absence. It is my job to pet her and make sure she doesn’t get too lonely.
The moral of the story is this — I can’t be trusted with basic tasks, yet I am nevertheless beloved of all living creatures.
I needed to consult the pharmacist yesterday about aloe WITHOUT making a pun out of it.
No “Aloe, there,” no “Aloe, is the price?” no “I am at aloe point with this skin irritation.” Nothing.
I DID it! I might have trembled like a junkie in need of a fix, but I DID it!
Spillwords Press today published my poem “Accident Allison” — about a certain accident-prone lady who means the world to me.
And their artist’s rendering captures her perfectly!
They’re the hornets of the plant kingdom, people.
Zero Stars.
Have you heard about that island in the Pacific where they found a row of mysterious, giant stone statues of butts?
They’re calling it Keister Island.
I am amazing. I really should have a cult following.
It’s Easter morning and a I just saw a bunny!
😀
How ironic that their nemesis should prove to be a WRITER.
[Raises an eyebrow Bondly]
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 