Friday, June 19, 2009

It's Like The Test Card — Only It Isn't A Card, And It Isn't A Test

I seem to be chasing my own tail this week — an odd feeling seeing as I've only just discovered I have one. Must be a throwback to my days as a raccoon. Or was I a lemur? Or simply an unwanted Bratwurst?

Whatever — I'm skimping on my intake of regular blog-fodder this week, and my own posts have assumed the frequency of a cryogenically frozen uberguru's heartbeat.

So — just time to post a picture of my sensational foxglove collection, if only to reassure you that I haven't been abducted or sold on to the Russians for firewood...


8 comments:

Kiersten said...

I wish I had a sensational foxglove collection.

Or a tail.

Whirlochre said...

Rest assured that if Sock Monkey should meet with any kind of tail accident, I'll consider you a potential recipient of his mutilated anatomy.

Sock Monkey said...

In your dreams, Big Nose.

Geoff said...

Cool it, Socky. He's not worth it...

fairyhedgehog said...

Is this Multiple Personality Disorder or just a writer's blog?

(This is a test.)

Aerin said...

Wait, who told you about the Russians? Damn, I knew I should have paid the extra "no squealing" fees.

JaneyV said...

Oh purty flowers! For some reason my woods down the road hasn't produced any this year (it did last year -so wtf's going on woods?) so I'm particularly pleased to see yours. Gotta love that digitalis!

Robin S. said...

Gorgeous gloves!