I am so ready to be off on Tuesday and Wednesday. I have some serious fun that will be happening.
I'm a plant torturer. I like to let a plant go without water til it's all limp and droopy and funny colored and then give it some water so I can actually watch it straighten up. And I'll give it a little bit of sun. It's almost like magic.
My plan is to water the plant and while I wait for the water and sun to work their magic I'll go outside and kick the shit out of some toadstools. I love kicking toadstools. It's neat to see how far you can get them to fly. There are six of them that I've had my eye on and they should be good and ready for kicking by tomorrow. I'll actually get dressed to kick the toadstools. It would just look too weird for someone to see me in my robe kicking them in the front yard.
I can't wait. I am one party animal.
I'm going to entertain my fantasy of what it will sound like to punt a pigeon. The gentle slope of a pigeon's breast cries for a foot arch to launch it into the air. And just the idea of those brilliant orange feet scrabbling through the air brings a smile to my face. Lucky for the pigeons of the world, circumstances have prevented me from fulfilling this fantasy.
Hmmm, I hate the knobby kneed sandhill crane and I spend time thinking about kicking pigeons. I must have some problem with poultry.