March 31, 2006

Or Else Eggshells

A vase is dropped and lies shattered on the floor. A feeling of unease, the only outcome. That is, until I come walking through. I inadvertantly step on a shard, and somehow, someone else bleeds.

I am the bad guy, coo coo catchoo...

I'd love to see the Big Guy's wiring schematics on some folks...

Posted by That 1 Guy at March 31, 2006 02:39 PM

Say what?

Posted by: Richmond at March 31, 2006 04:11 PM

Oh good, I'm not the only one that's lost...

Posted by: LadyGunn at March 31, 2006 06:31 PM

I have a long list of people who just are not wired right. Most of the time it makes me wonder how they live day to day.

Posted by: Azindiandoll at March 31, 2006 08:24 PM

That sounded entirely too self-indulgent, T1G.

What's up?

Posted by: Rave at March 31, 2006 08:25 PM

ok ok, this sounds a bit like my "rock in a hard place"... what gives is right....

you sooo need to call me....


Posted by: armywifetoddlermom at April 1, 2006 09:28 AM

oh and just to add some more mystic cryptic b.s.

sometimes we need to learn to stop carrying vases around...

they can be dangerous things.

but I am from the school, where pretty things are not simply shelved.

Posted by: armywifetoddlermom at April 1, 2006 11:35 AM

But sometimes the broken shards make an even better "piece". Some people just don't get that......

Posted by: Tammi at April 1, 2006 01:57 PM

That was too close to poetry, and therefore unnerving.

Posted by: ktreva at April 3, 2006 06:47 PM