The “month of love” seems all but that to this February Scrooge. I become a person foreign to its own soul. A Cupid Grinch. It would suffice me just fine if cupid remained a concrete frieze smiling down at tourists from cold, stone buildings.
If it quacks like a duck – you know the rest. Opinions, yada yada yada... we all have them, hence this blog.
Ok, so what do Miley Cyrus and ducks have in common? After observing people versus my pond this week, I conclude “AFLAC-ing lot”.
This blog was done..albeit a few skim overs and ready to submit on Friday morning. My eyes were tired slits when I got up and walked away from the computer Thursday night without saving it.