Oddly enough, it fits. How amusing is that?!
Today is a day of quiet domesticity. Entendre. Ouch. Fucker. Just pricked myself on an unexpected pin. Hrm. Wonder if three drops would net me the same result?
Oh. Yes. Well. Sorry… forgot you where there I was. (cough)
Never mind and er, carry on, won’t you?
I am laughing softly for fiction and reality, how and where they play one another, and why. I am laughing as well for the simple fact that no one can tell (not even me). I am also laughing because most times, people play games to string you along or set you on a hook and they never quite know what to think or do (or be?) when they finally notice you’ve walked away or simply stopped responding; that not only are you not strung along, you’ve pulled yourself off what tiny, little aberdeen had you and simply wriggled on along life’s stream.
You ever see a reluctant escapee? They look so funny with their big, wided eyes and that rapidly panting, gaping mouth; the little trail of pink, a tendril of mist in the water as they look with all their might for another one that might not let go.
Today is the cresting. Hurray for things that runneth over.