If I Only Had A Blog

I could while away the hours, conferrin with the flowers, consultin with the logs. And my head I'd be scratchin while my thoughts were busy hatchin if I only had a blog. I'd unravel every riddle for any individ'le in trouble or in fog. With the thoughts I'd be thinkin, I could be another Lincoln if I only had a blog. I would not be just a nuffin, my head all full of stuffin, my heart all full of smog. I would dance and be merry; life would be a ding-a-derry if I only had a blog.



I heart accents

As I started pedaling to work this morning, some light raindrops began to pitter patter down around me. This meant it was time to haul ass. About a month ago I ended up biking to work in a downpour, and had to wear clothes from the lost and found all day. I wanted to get out of that rain as soon as possible, before the sky really opened up. My efforts promted the Irish man on the bike behind me to ask, as he caught up to me at a stoplight, "D'ya have a mo-tor on tha' bike?"

I patted my thigh and said, "Right here."

1 Comments:

At 7/26/2006 3:45 PM, Blogger j said...

that's an adorable little story! i wish irish men talked to me while i rode my bike.

 

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