The instruction is to find a fleeting moment on the street. This photo was taken during the 2006 World Cup but it could be from any football tournament (including the current European Cup): that fleeting moment every England fan thinks we really could win this time.
One of the reasons I love blogging is that it allows me to indulge my silly side. Here are four posts from 2010; you get four because I couldn’t choose between them.
The Son’s Love post wasn’t, technically, my silliness; but I include it to show that it won’t die with me.
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I’m not American but I reckon that if we can import Trick or Treat and McCardboards, it wouldn’t hurt to say what we’re thankful for on one day a year, like our friends across the pond.
Here’s my list:
1) My boys.
2) My loving husband.
3) Indoor plumbing (for obvious reasons)
4) Modern dentistry, otherwise I’d look like this:
5) Maltesers (Number 4 refers)
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A friend of mine posted this joke on Facebook and he said I could share it with you. Be warned: it’s not to everyone’s taste; the Hub for one is going to read it and go ‘Huh?’ He doesn’t see the funny side of puns and nonsense and jokes that subvert expectations, but it had me laughing for an hour after I read it:
Last night I had a dream that I was eating a giant marshmallow. When I woke up this morning, there was a man stood at the side of my bed predicting the punchline.
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Tory Boy to me on the phone the other day:
Dr Who was right: some points in time are fixed. You are going to be one of those crazy cat ladies some day, aren’t you?
A proud moment and yet I’m dressed like a weird movie villain.
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Cover of The Time Traveler’s Wife
I’ve just watched The Time Traveler’s Wife.
But he knew that.
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English: The Clown and the tightrope walker, Painter:Herbert Schondelmaier (my own painting) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
From my friend Michelle.
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Two cannibals are eating a clown. One says to the other, “Does this taste funny to you?”
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Deja Moo: The feeling that you’ve heard this bull before.
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I am a little fat. I like food; what can I say? I have dull hair: mousey. I don’t wear much make-up and have no need of a dressing table. If I look like a bag lady, I chose my own clothes. If I look nice, the Hub picked them for me. Despite all this, I am a little vain. This photograph is from 2003. I had to go back that far to find one of me that I liked. But I don’t really care: my husband still thinks I’m beautiful and if he doesn’t, he loves me enough to lie about it. I’m lucky. I have two boys. They never lie to me. Still, you can't have everything.
I have the funniest readers in the blogosphere (not necessarily ha ha…)