“Fear is just your feelings asking for a hug. ~”
— Danielle Sanchez-Witzel and Michael Pennie, My Name is Earl, “South of the Border Part Uno/Dos,” spoken by the character Joy Turner (“Saving Grace” )
Tumblr is NOT a good platform for text blogs - yesterday I spent far too much time trying to format a post. Eventually I gave up and wrote it on my blogger blog and then copied and pasted the post here (with all the html intact).
All of my posts here include a boat load of html coding - I do the blogger blog in the html mode but I don’t have to code every single thing like I have to do here.
Tumblr is great for photos - Holly’s photos never looked so good…but I’m not a photographer, I use words and tumblr ain’t a good word place. And the feed doesn’t get picked up very quickly…
I still hate blogger, make no mistake, but I am getting tired of having to code every little thing…
So if y’all don’t switch back to the blogger feed, I can understand - I appreciate you following me around but I can understand when it gets to be a real PITA…
A column in today’s Washington Post Style section was titled “In pope’s frock, a lesson for the flock”. I laughed at that, thought the writer was being facetious. After all, say the word ‘frock” and most people think women’s dresses - that is now, but technically speaking…
Frock as defined by Merriam-Webster is:
1: an outer garment worn by monks and friars : habit
2: an outer garment worn chiefly by men:
a : a long loose mantle
b : a workman’s outer shirt;
c : a woolen jersey worn especially by sailors
3: a woman’s dress
See, it’s the third meaning that applies to women’s clothes. First and foremost it is used to describe men’s clothes. Oho! And if you think about it, if a priest can be ‘defrocked’ that must mean at some point he was frocked, right?
Of course if I type the word ‘frock’ one more time this will all sound sillier than it is - and using that word in connection with Catholic priests - well, we all know where that could go and it’s not pretty.
That’s all I’ve got to say today….
Went into the bedroom to make the bed this morning and I am greeted by…giving me the evil eye…
So I said “Okay - it’s a rainy dreary day, I won’t dispossess you - just yet. So they immediately…
It’s a hard knock life ::sigh::